Day 80: Hooked!
What WOULD Philias Fogg say? If all had been going to plan, I'd be in AFRICA by now, having already stepped foot in every country in The Americas and Europe.…
Day 79: Blockade Runnin’
The entire day at sea, we continued on our painfully slow march towards Cuba. I kept watch for US coastguard boats appearing out of nowhere and asking us what we…
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…