Day 395: The Silopi Slope
30.01.10: I had checked in to a local hotel in Silopi, sharing a room with a few other guys to get the price down to $10 (which was pretty extortionate…
Day 394: Chav and Chav-Nots
29.01.10: You know what though – all these dangerous places I've been to, I haven't seen one gang of horrible teenage lads hanging around on a street corner with their…
Day 393: The Morning After
28.01.10: </object I woke up in the morning wearing all my clothes, with hardly any recollection of the night before and Mike Tyson's pet tiger in the room with me.…
Day 392: Drunk… with an AK-47
27.01.10: Londa hails from a place called Colorado in a little out-of-the-way country called America not far from Comoros, Sao Tome and Djibouti. She's been living in Iraq now for…
Day 391: The Invasion of Iraq
26.01.10: I blame Lonely Planet. The nearest town to the border of Iraq according to my guide book is a place called Sirnak, the real closest town is called Silopi.…
Day 390: The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch
25.01.10: It was the wee small hours when we pulled into Aleppo in the top left corner of Syria. Not one to stand on ceremony and after last night's jiggery-pokery…
Day 389: A Blizzard In Beirut
24.01.10: Before you could say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, I was on the coach heading to the Lebanese border. Again, Lebanon has a bit of a bad rap when it comes to popular…
Day 388: The Road To Damascus
23.01.10: Jordan was awesome. I really felt as if I had finally left Africa behind me and was back on the backpacker trail, rather than the backbreaker trial. I was…
Day 387: CouchSurf United
22.01.10: Up early and back to into Jordan, no probs. I really should have left Amman for Damascus this morning, but by the time I had got myself together, it…
Day 386: Don’t Tell Bin Laden, But…
21.01.10: Today, I just hung out in Amman, the capital of Jordan. Didn't do nothin'.. just hung about. Didn't go anywhere that might jeopardise my entry into other Middle Eastern…