Day 353: A Dish Called Rwanda
Wow. Rwanda. Like, really, wow. I know what I like and I like what I see.I dragged my reluctant carcass out of bed at some ungodly hour and headed over…
Days 349 to 350: The Good Ship
Yesterday I and 43 other passengers boarded the 'Simacom' bound for Dar es Saleem, three weeks to the day since I arrived in Comoros.It was supposed to have left two…
Days 318 to 348: Don’t Look Back In Anger
Oh Graham, you tease, what's the meaning of this, compressing an entire MONTH of gallivanting into just one blog entry? Well, truth be told if there was something of any…
Day 298: The Secret of My Itchy Feet
An entire day at sea today, so I thought I'd write about how I came to be such a champion adventurer.I'm not really the likely sort I guess – spent most…
Day 297: The Joy of Mojangaya
One of those mornings where I really, really can't be bothered getting out of bed, but I haul myself out regardless – after today, there isn't another boat to Madagascar…
Day 296: Cloud Coup Coup Land
Can't help but feel that I wasted today. I did waste today. Today was wasted. I got up when I could be bothered, which for the first time in a…
Day 295: Moroni Planet
I was convinced that I'd be on this sticking hole of a boat until tomorrow morning. Imagine my relief when I went onto the bridge this afternoon to charge up…