Day 155: Do Not Pass Go…
We were awoken at 6am by the guards. Still no phone call or anything. I began (very vocally) protesting against my treatment. At the very least, I should be allowed…
Day 154: You Came In THAT Thing?
Hello and welcome to all you newbies to The Odyssey blog. I got a little press coverage in the UK last week, so I'm guessing that some of you will…
Day 153: Ninjas and Heroes
As I kid, I was always HACKED off that the BBC in their infinite wisdom altered the name of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles to the Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles…
Day 152: Famous Last Words
I got to the fisherman's beach just after midnight - there she was, the Mustapha Sy - a wooden long boat just two metres wide that the Vikings may have…
Day 151: Wish Me Well
This will be my last blog entry for a little while. I leave on HMS Deathtrap tonight. I better leave you all some particulars.The name of the boat is the…
Day 150: Voodoo Economics
The two boats that I might have had an outside chance of getting on have said no (not surprised when I'm not there in person to charm them).I'm beginning to…
Day 149: The Answer’s No, Now What’s The Question?
All of the stuff that was supposed to happen, all of the stuff that Mentor ‘had a good feeling about' has come to nought. Still here, with not a clue…
Day 148: Limbo
Still waiting on Mentor to get me on a boat. I'm sitting here in the pile of concrete, dust and junk that is Dakar, twiddling my thumbs. Maybe tonight I'll go…
Day 147: Go On Then, Just This Once…
I got on the internet this afternoon and GUESS WHAT?! I will have to go BACK to the Gambia because after checking my GPS, I discover that I was picking…
Day 146: Night-Trip to Gambia
So Mentor and I hit the streets to find a way to Cape Verde. We go down to the beach where all the fishermen are. Mentor makes some phone calls,…