Day 21: Yelling At Neptune
We set off from the marina at around half two in the morning and headed north to Grenada. It was slow and painful, but at least I was moving. Once…
Day 20: September’s Coming Soon
Spent the day on the edge of my seat. Annette picked me up in the morning and took me to Chaguaramas where all the yachties hang out. She organised for…
Day 19: The Port of Port of Spain
I stayed at the Inna City guesthouse, rose with the lark and headed down to the docks. All the boats were not leaving until Wednesday. I tried all the shipping…
Day 18: Bus Up Shut
Woke up still in Point Lisas, Trinidad. We hadn't moved on to Port of Spain. Something was wrong - the electric generator had failed and the crew couldn't get the…
Day 17: A Drunken Sailor
Spent the entire day at sea and in bed, trying to shake off the monster hangover from the night before while getting my video diary edited and trying desperately not…
Day 16: All Aboard!
Up at 4am and on the minibus to Suriname. Thankfully paved roads all the way, and even a nice new shiny bridge over the river meant that we got there…
Day 15: The Incident
Awoken at 4am, we recommenced our journey through the jungle. Over a river on a chain ferry made of rusty metal and some wooden planks borrowed from The African Queen.…
Day 14: “Conradian”
Got up nice and early after a surprising restful sleep and headed to the border. I was first to be stamped through and I headed to the nearest bank to…
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Day 13: Can’t Get Out That Way
Woke up in Mario's house. His family had been so accommodating, taking in a big ginger stray like me for the night and looking after me on my trip through…
Day 12: Not So Fast!
WOKE UP to the DEAFENING SOUND of a pirate copy of ‘Death Race' being played on the bus at MAXIMUM VOLUME. This continued until Jason Stratham got sacked from his…