Day 27: A Night On The Floor

27.01.09:

Awoke on the metal floor of the Melinda II. I had made it! I hadn’t been seasick (even though the boat was thumping the waves like a cartoon dog hitting a cartoon cat) and I had stayed out of the captain’s (and most of the crew’s) way. I had befriended the cook, Banray, who’s a top bloke and keeps sneaking me food. So far so good.

We got into port in Barbados at around 9am. Not wanting to get under the feet of Captain Ainsley Adams and his crew, I made my excuses and tried to leave but my god, the Barbados authorities are bureaucratic. They wanted a word with the captain before they would let me go.

No – please – it’s okay, I’ll stay with the boat, he hates me and it’s just started raining and he’ll get wet and please don’t radio him over to the office and, oh no, he’s coming over. Don’t make eye-contact, don’t make eye cont- too late.

I could see it in his eyes – the look of disgust and disappointment that only a schoolteacher or a ship’s captain can muster.

HUGHES!!! MY OFFICE!

I couldn’t get out quickly enough. I headed out of the massive port (that took about half an hour by itself) and into the city of Bridgetown, the capital. Lovely. Really, really lovely. Just enough old stuff to keep even an architectural misanthrope like me happy. Windy streets, markets, bridges over the wharf. Great.

Bought myself a new bag for my camcorder (the old one had fallen apart like a badly wrapped kebab), got some tapes for my camcorder (thank you duty-free), bought myself some nice spicy roti and generally chilled the hell out.

I hurried back to the Melinda II for 2pm, but I needn’t have bothered, they haven’t even finished unloading the thing yet. Oh well, I guess I’ll be on my way to St. Lucia before nightfall. Perhaps.

Wish me luck, that floor ain’t going to get any more confortable…

[later on…]

We followed the path of the setting sun that leads to El Dorado and THE MYSTERIOUS CITIES OF GOLD!! Naaaaaaaaah nah nah nah nah searching for the cities of go-o-old. NAAAAAAAAAAH NAH NAH NAH NAH someday we will find the ci-it-ties of gold.

Well, St. Lucia, anyhoo.

As the sun went off to brighten up people’s lives in Australia, I sat out at the back of the boat (is that the stern or the aft?) and watched the stars come out. Banroy the cook chatted to me for a bit, but when it was his turn for watch duty I was left to my own devices like a leper with the mange.

When I could keep my eyes open no longer, I retired to my floor for another bruising night’s sleep as a stowaway aboard the good ship Miriam.

 

Graham Hughes

Graham Hughes is a British adventurer, presenter, filmmaker and author. He is the only person to have travelled to every country in the world without flying. From 2014 to 2017 he lived off-grid on a private island that he won in a game show, before returning to the UK to campaign for a better future for the generations to come.

This Post Has 4 Comments

  1. Ian and Tam

    Hey Gray, just watched your latest vid and your recent blogs. BRILLIANT video, just keeping us on the edge of our seats, and hilarious in places…”September Song – what a lovely name…uhem”.
    We’ve got our fingers crossed you get back to Liverpool for your birthday – good luck – YOU CAN DO IT!
    Love from us both.

  2. Chris

    Graham I think it is magnificent what you are doing and your videos are brilliant. You have had me worried the past week as there have not been an update for a few days. Very pleases to see you are still moving forward. A brilliant idea, I only wish I had thought of it first! Keep going, you are doing great. Chris

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    DK says:

    “wish i could join you on your adventure..but good luck St Vincent”.

  4. Jacquelyn

    Just discovered your journey and blog and, perhaps a silly reason to comment, I can’t believe you know that show, the Mysterious Cities of Gold. My sister and I loved it and I have never met anyone else that had any idea what I was talking about.

    Looking forward to reading more of this journey.

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