The Final Fifty…
So, I have fifty countries left to visit, and then I’m done. I can go home, put my feet up, stuff my face with Anzacs and have a nice hot…
Day 457: The Land That Time Forgot
02.04.10: By 5am I had made it around that pesky enclave of Sohk and had arrived at the border of Tajikistan. Chances are you know Afghanistan and Pakistan rather well,…
Day 456: Bish Bash Bosh
01.04.10: Sorry about the lack of blog updates this month – I’ve been hammering the website to make it all fabby and groovy for when the telly show starts in…
Day 455: Digging For Fire
31.03.10: I left in the morning with Nazik and did a bit of blah before meeting up with Aima again. I needed to buy a present for my girlfriend’s birthday,…
Day 454: Unpronounceabilistan
30.03.10: Wasn’t too happy when the guy from Vladivostok whom I was sharing the taxi with (and someone I thought was a friend) whipped out my passport and claimed I…
Day 453: My Kingdom For A Biro
29.03.10: By 9am I was back outside the Kyrgyzstan embassy. I put my name down on the list and headed over to the DHL office to see if my replacement…
Days 451-452: Movin’ On Up
27.03.10-28.03.10: Woke up at Baha’s flat wondering if anybody got the number of the truck that hit me before stumbling back to Fred’s. Her mate in Samakand (down south) had…
Day 450: The Incident
26.03.10: I had real trouble dragging myself out of bed this morning. I asked Fred to wake me up, which she did, but what I should have asked is for…
Day 449: The Great Game
25.03.10: The plan today was simple. Well, I thought it was. First up, visit the Kyrgyzstan Embassy and hand over my passport, while that visa is processing put my application…
Day 448: Paranoid? Who Said That?!
24.03.10: I woke to find the two guys that I was sharing a room with sitting on their beds staring at me like I had just dropped from space and…