Day 93: There’s Always an Irish Pub
You really have no idea how itchy my feet become when confronted with a few days of inactivity - I feel like learning to Riverdance, just to give the damn…
Day 92: Naught else to do
I'd like to say today past in a drunken blur, but given I didn't drink today, it was more of just a blur. I slept in far too much. James's…
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Day 91: All hail to thee, EIMSKIP
Today began as yesterday ended with some email news, but this time it was GOOD internet news, news that made me do a little dance - Eimskip (the greatest cargo…
Day 90: The Halifax of Life
Now is the winter of our discontent. Well, it's actually SUPPOSED to be spring, but NOBODY SEEMS TO HAVE TOLD THE CANADIAN TOURIST BOARD THAT. I'm colder than a dark…
Day 89: The Shipping News
I'm still on the train at the moment; it's a 20 hour journey. Looking out of the window, it's like I've stumbled into Narnia. I almost expect a White Witch…
Day 88: We’re Gonna Need A Bigger Coat
I had set my alarm for 6.30am to give me loads of time to wake up and get to the bus station for the bus for Montreal that left at…
Day 87: First We Take Manhattan
When I changed buses yesterday in Atlanta, I made a fatal error - I didn't push to the front of the queue. And so I and about fifteen other misfortunates…
Day 86: Greyhounded
Spent the day travelling up through Georgia pressing northwards towards Virginia. As we travelled, my mind turned to three things; Architecture, Americans, and Greyhound buses.I HATE GREYHOUND BUSES. The entire…
Day 85: Did You See Any Cubans?
As a wonderful final flourish, and as if to prove how much better Mexican bus services are compared to the American ones, my bus got to the border 45 minutes…
Day 84: Chilli Con Carnage
So the day was spent entirely at the mercy of the rather wonderful Mexican bus service. Leigh got off the bus somewhere in the middle of nowhere to climb a…