Day 398: Branson’s Pickle
02.02.10: Dragged my carcass off Zafer's couch a few minutes after seven, said my thank yous and goodbyes and soon enough I was down at the port clambering onto the…
Day 397: Calypso’s Isle
01.02.10: When they say slow boat, they mean it! It was 11am before we reached port in Girne in the northern half of Cyprus. Northern half? What, like in St.…
Day 396: The Slow Boat to Cyprus
31.01.10: It was one of those mornings upon which it's far too cold, gravity seems to conspire against you and the snooze alarm makes it far, far too tempting... all…
Day 395: The Silopi Slope
30.01.10: I had checked in to a local hotel in Silopi, sharing a room with a few other guys to get the price down to $10 (which was pretty extortionate…
Day 394: Chav and Chav-Nots
29.01.10: You know what though – all these dangerous places I've been to, I haven't seen one gang of horrible teenage lads hanging around on a street corner with their…
Day 393: The Morning After
28.01.10: </object I woke up in the morning wearing all my clothes, with hardly any recollection of the night before and Mike Tyson's pet tiger in the room with me.…
Day 392: Drunk… with an AK-47
27.01.10: Londa hails from a place called Colorado in a little out-of-the-way country called America not far from Comoros, Sao Tome and Djibouti. She's been living in Iraq now for…
Day 391: The Invasion of Iraq
26.01.10: I blame Lonely Planet. The nearest town to the border of Iraq according to my guide book is a place called Sirnak, the real closest town is called Silopi.…
Day 390: The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch
25.01.10: It was the wee small hours when we pulled into Aleppo in the top left corner of Syria. Not one to stand on ceremony and after last night's jiggery-pokery…
Day 389: A Blizzard In Beirut
24.01.10: Before you could say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, I was on the coach heading to the Lebanese border. Again, Lebanon has a bit of a bad rap when it comes to popular…