Day 70: Failure to Launch
Okay. Here's the situation. The USA does not like Cuba. It prefers its citizens to spend money in Zimbabwe, Burma or North Korea, obviously, as there are no sanctions against…
Day 69: Grand Bahama
As I write this, I'm sitting in a lounge on the day cruise over to The Bahamas. It's usually about $40 there and back, but because it's Spring Break, they've…
Day 68: Spring Break
Spent the day on the phone and on the net trying to sort out, how the hell I'm going to get to Cuba. However, I did win a $10 bet…
Day 67: Coyote Ugly
I slept through to Orlando in Florida and then got on my last bus (for a few days at least) heading for Fort Lauderdale.This time last week, I was in…
Day 66: The Lone Star State
I've got to say, the Greyhound buses ARE THE WORST FORM OF TRANSPORT IN THE WORLD — grotty, no films, no snacks, grumpy-as-hell drivers... My first driver actually got pulled…
Day 65: Entering America
All I got to see of Mexico City was the outskirts and the bus station, but I hear it's not much too look at anyway. Driving reasonably close to Tikal…
Day 64: Once Upon A Time In Mexico
By this stage of my Herculean bus ride, it had been a week since I'd had a hot shower. To say I was beginning to smell a little ripe, would…
Day 63: A Taste of Belize
The boat that Ishmael had got me on (it had been chartered by a German couple - I was cheekily tagging along for the ride) was doing a trip over…
Day 62: Livingstone, I Presume?
I got into Guatemala City about 10am (not much sleep on the bus then) and hopped straight onto a bus for Puerto Barrios on the Caribbean coast. This was the…
Day 61: The Saviours of El Salvador
Back on the groovy bus up through Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras and El Salvador. No cute girl for me to annoy this time, but I did meet a guy from…