Day 73: Spaced
Rise and shine, Odysseus. Since you're stuck in Florida, you may as well indulge your nerdy love of all things NASA. I walked down to the service station and luckily…
Day 72: Worst. Buses. Ever.
I gave it until 2pm until it became abundantly clear that the Treasury was not going to get back with an answer this week and asked Robbie (very nicely!) if…
Day 71: Awaiting Permission
Another day wasted attempting to get a response from the Treasury. I hung around at the hostel all day, on line and making phone calls to every Tom, Dick and…
Day 70: Failure to Launch
Okay. Here's the situation. The USA does not like Cuba. It prefers its citizens to spend money in Zimbabwe, Burma or North Korea, obviously, as there are no sanctions against…
Day 69: Grand Bahama
As I write this, I'm sitting in a lounge on the day cruise over to The Bahamas. It's usually about $40 there and back, but because it's Spring Break, they've…
Day 68: Spring Break
Spent the day on the phone and on the net trying to sort out, how the hell I'm going to get to Cuba. However, I did win a $10 bet…
Day 67: Coyote Ugly
I slept through to Orlando in Florida and then got on my last bus (for a few days at least) heading for Fort Lauderdale.This time last week, I was in…
Day 66: The Lone Star State
I've got to say, the Greyhound buses ARE THE WORST FORM OF TRANSPORT IN THE WORLD — grotty, no films, no snacks, grumpy-as-hell drivers... My first driver actually got pulled…
Day 65: Entering America
All I got to see of Mexico City was the outskirts and the bus station, but I hear it's not much too look at anyway. Driving reasonably close to Tikal…
Day 64: Once Upon A Time In Mexico
By this stage of my Herculean bus ride, it had been a week since I'd had a hot shower. To say I was beginning to smell a little ripe, would…