Day 314: A Rose By Any Other Name
My word, I've awoken in Australia! How'd THAT happen? Oh hang on, no - it's just Madagascar doing a damn fine impression of my crimson-tinctured second home. So today, the…
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 291: George Lucas Syndrome
I firmly believe that behind every great man, there are a bunch of people telling him he's an idiot. Conversely, behind every idiot, there are a bunch of people telling…
Day 236: The English Disease
One of the more remarkable things about my journey thus far is that I haven’t had a day off sick. Flu of the Swine, Bird or Man variety don’t seem…
Day 189: Real England
Well, as predicted, the Micau didn’t leave. Christ, they must be running out of excuses now. Maybe a black cat crossed the path of the captain today, or the boatswain…
Day 172: Modern Piracy
So I’m still here in Cape Verde. My boat SHOULD be leaving tomorrow, but to be honest I’m not holding my breath. Today, I whiled away my time at Café…
Day 171: Architecture and Morality
Yesterday, I waxed lyrical about the (lack of) British film industry, and now while I’m stuck in Cape Verde, I’d like to draw your attention to a series of parallels…
Day 170: The British Film Insanity
I think my boat is going to leave today, but I still don’t know. At the moment I am sitting outside Café Sophia using Mito’s laptop and I’ve got nothing…
Day 166: Graham’s War on Woo!
Travel broadens the mind. Or so they say. I’m always a little sceptical about what they say, I would proffer that it is education that broadens the mind. When you…
Day 125: Roman Holiday
And so on to Rome...I arrived at some ungodly hour, which I thought was actually quite appropriate. I slung my bag into the Pop Inn Hostel (with crazy guy Cesar…