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…
Day 83: Mexico, third time lucky…
In the morning, I made a huge arse of myself trying to pull up the anchor (all those years of never going to the gym finally paid off BIGTIME) and…
Day 82: Thunderbolt and Lightfoot
The madness of leaving at night, drunk and without a weather window slowly dawned on us - looking to port and looking to starboard, electrical storms cackled like mischievous witches…
Day 81: The Forbidden Isle
After helming the nightwatch, I got a few hours kip before Johnny called me up on deck - he'd been chatting on the CB with a passing yacht that had…
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 78: Mission: Cuba
So much has been happening so fast it makes my head spin just thinking about it. Midge gave me a lift into Key West and Captain Johnny was waiting for…
Day 77: The Sun Also Rises
I woke up on a random ship in the port... The Appledore. I had absolutely no recollection of how I got there. Hat... check, shoes... check, laptop... check, camcorder... check,…
Day 76: The Conch Republic
Getting up nice and early, Midge gave me a list of people to talk to about getting a boat over to Cuba. First up, Captain Finbar of the Schooner Wolf,…