Day 537: OK, Where’s The Catch?
21.06.10: Turki gets up at some horrendously early hour of the morning, but I was allowed to sleep in until 8am, and then we both headed over to the Eritrean…
Day 536: And All That Hejaz
20.06.10: Turki’s apartment in the north of Jeddah was as sweet as sweet can be. Not only did I get my own room (and bathroom), his fridge was stocked and…
Days 534 & 535: The Sands Of Time
18.06.10-19.06.10: So after a good night’s kip I had a the best part of a day to shake off my hangover. The bus for Riyadh, the Saudi capital, left at…
Day 533: Burning Up On Re-Entry
17.06.10: The bus rolled into jolly old Dubai at around six in the morning. If there is a time of day I dislike more I am yet to meet it. …
Day 532: The Cunning Plan
16.06.10: After again saying my farewells to Luke and Dave, our mate Alasdair gave me a lift to the bus depot. After AGAIN being told the bus to Dubai was…
Day 531: Less Than Zero
15.06.10: Back in November 2009 when I was trying to sail the 166nm from Diego Suarez in Madagascar to the lower Seychelles islands, the threat of piracy stopped me in…
Day 530: Somali Piracy: Q&A
14.06.10: Yesterday I discovered that the chances of anybody taking me onboard a ship bound for The Seychelles was about one in a million. I also found out that another…
Days 522-529: Frankincensed
06.06.10-13.06.10: The mission this week was to clamber on board the MV San Cristobal bound for The Seychelles. As emails and phone calls went back and forth behind the scenes,…
Day 521: At World’s End
05.06.10: So everyone was keen on taking me on board the DAL Mauritius except for the owners, and they didn’t give a reason for their decision. Well, let’s scratch that…
Day 520: Yemen Jelly
04.06.10: Bright and early Luke’s mate Dave dropped me at the bus station for the bus to Yemen, but there was trouble in paradise. Al-Qaeda has a large presence in…