Day 363: First Catch Your Jerk
Today we hit land in fortress Saudi, possibly the most difficult country in the world to pop in for a quick visit. It was a great sunset as we came…
Days 361 to 362: The Red Sea
3am phone calls are not my favourite form of wake-up call. When I picked up the phone it somehow integrated it into my dream so much that I assumed it…
Day 360: Boxing Day In Somalia
This was it. The most critical day of The Odyssey so far – make or break, do or die, cake or death. Dino Deasha, that magnificent chap, had cadged me…
Day 359: Do They Know It’s Christmas?
After a good three hours sleep, I left the Dil Hotel to go and get a ticket for Dira Dawa on the 'luxury' coach. No chance. Sold out. Although the…
Day 358: Birdstrike!
Another 6am bus didn't seem like a lot of fun, but the minibus up to Addis turned out to be quite an eventful one, as after just half an hour…
Day 357: The Hard Slog
Any time frame you are given in Africa, remember to add a few hours, or even days. Matt and I got up at 6am, just in time to jump back…
Day 356: The Special Bus
The bus we're on is equipped to ferry schoolchildren around in Japan. It is not in any way shape or form designed to survive the horror that is an African…
Day 355: Mr Stanley, I Presume
Woke up on the bus, which had come to a halt sometime earlier in downtown Nairobbery. It was 5am as I staggered into a taxi and asked the driver to…
Day 354: Business As Usual
You know when somebody says that something was a breath of fresh air? I can't describe how apt that saying is when it comes to Rwanda. It is there that…
Day 353: A Dish Called Rwanda
Wow. Rwanda. Like, really, wow. I know what I like and I like what I see.I dragged my reluctant carcass out of bed at some ungodly hour and headed over…