Day 141: Letters of Transit
Now I know how Ilsa felt. But at least she had Rick to save the day.I arrived in Rabat at 5am. I tried to get my head down in a…
Day 140: Due North
My bus arrived in Agadir at 6pm. By 7:30pm I was on the bus to Rabat, safe within my womb. I touch no-one and no-one touches me. I am a…
Day 139: The Mauritania Disaster
Yawning and creaking, I staggered off the bus. It was still dark in Dahkla. After a particularly weird conversation involving the local police and a desert taxi driver (implying I…
Day 138: Due South
The connection to the desert town of Dakhla - the furthest south one can go on public transport in Morocco - was seamless. I had barely arrived in Agadir before…
Day 137: The Road To Casablanca
The plan was to get the 7.30am bus to the coast. However, however, however... we got a taxi to the southern bus station (a good bet as we where heading…
Day 136: Travel Rules
After last night's antics, I'm surprised I stayed awake. Matt and I jumped on the mega-mega fast train to Madrid (300kph! - whoosh!) and I drove him up the wall…
Progress Report
A few of you have asked for an update on how it's all going and what craziness I have planned for the future.So here you go...It's 15th May 2009. I've…
Day 135: Daddy Issues
Early-early-sickly-feeling start to the day, and onto the 5:20 bus to the Andorran border. Quick change of buses and by about 8am I was in Andorra - another of Europe's…
Day 134: The Monte Carlo Underground
I had about a zillion train connections to make today. In fact, if I just wanted to get to Toulouse, I could have (get this!) got the super-duper fast TGV…
Day 133: San Marino A-Go-Go
It was supposed to be a 23-hour ferry trip to Civitavaggio near Rome, but of course it took longer than that. Not being able to afford a cabin, I made…