Day 63: A Taste of Belize
The boat that Ishmael had got me on (it had been chartered by a German couple - I was cheekily tagging along for the ride) was doing a trip over…
Day 62: Livingstone, I Presume?
I got into Guatemala City about 10am (not much sleep on the bus then) and hopped straight onto a bus for Puerto Barrios on the Caribbean coast. This was the…
Day 61: The Saviours of El Salvador
Back on the groovy bus up through Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras and El Salvador. No cute girl for me to annoy this time, but I did meet a guy from…
Day 60: The Tailor of Panama
I arose before dawn for the last leg of the southern journey that had been necessitated by the fact that I didn't get to go to Costa Rica on the…
Day 59: Nineteen Seventy-Nine
I only slept for a few hours before we hit the El Salvador border and then it was off the bus, with queuing and formality. Having said that, the bus…
Day 58: Go Yell It To The Ocean
The bus arrived at Tapachula near the Guatemalan border early in the morning to find another bus to Guatemala City waiting to take me away, ha ha. So goodbye Mexico,…
Day 57: Land Ahoy!
We arrived in Veracruz, Mexico at around 1pm local time. Yippee! Unfortunately for my itchy, goddamn-month-behind-schedule feet, the shipping agent says I've got to wait on board until 4pm before…
Day 56: Starry Starry Nights
Last night, I spent a few hours up on the bridge with Alexander, one of the officers on board. He's from the Ukraine and loves to use the word ‘bullshit'…
Day 55: Halcyon Days
I'm going to be 30 this Saturday. 30? Me? Where did all the time go? I'm still pleasantly surprised each morning that I don't have to put my school uniform…
Day 54: Jamaican Me Nervous
5.30am. The phone rang. Groggily, I answered it. Hello?It was the captain.You have to get off this ship. Now. We will not take you and the ship leaves in ten…