Day 513: Curse of the Black Pearl
28.05.10: So with a day to kill, Tracy and I headed out to the museum of Islamic Art. As I’ve mentioned before, with a pretty much outright ban in place…
Day 512: There’s Always An Irish Pub…
27.05.11: As if Qatar hadn’t done enough to upset me, today it well and truly rained on my parade. I was planning to meet up with friends I had met…
Day 511: Qatar On A Hot Tin Roof
26.05.10: Urgh me drinkie too muchie. I’ve seriously put on a stone in the last six weeks, what with all my Dominos pizzas and KFC. I need to get moving…
Day 510: Singin’ In The Bahrain
25.05.10: Oh yes, I’m back ON THE ROAD! After saying my final farewell to the delectable Kassie I bundled myself on the 9am bus to Bahrain via Dammam in Saudi…
Day 509: The Last Lost
24.05.10: I could tell you I got up bright and early and rang the bus company only to discover that there was no bus to Bahrain today (there wasn’t), but…
Day 508: Deliverance
23.05.10: Tracking numbers are so cool. I got to watch online as my passport arrived in Bahrain yesterday and then arrived here just after 8am today. The DHL guys even…
Days 501-507: What Happened, Happened
16.05.10-22.05.10: 500 days on the road and a good 200 of them have been wasted waiting for either visas or boats. In situations like this you can’t help but acquiesce…
Days 494-500: No Dice
09.05.10-15.05.10: Well then, it should all be over, shouldn’t it? First thing Sunday morning I hurried down to the copy place to pick up my shiny happy visa, only for…
Days 487-493: Quiz Night
02.05.10-08.05.10: On Sunday morning came the news I was waiting for – my Saudi invitation was in the bag! Within just a few days I’d be finally buzzing through to…
Days 480-486: Boiling Point
25.04.10–01.05.10: This week I’ve been staying with a guy from Austria called Martin. His flat is spanking – it’s in a brand new apartment complex and the apartment is so…