Day 17: A Drunken Sailor
Spent the entire day at sea and in bed, trying to shake off the monster hangover from the night before while getting my video diary
Day 18: Bus Up Shut
Woke up still in Point Lisas, Trinidad. We hadn’t moved on to Port of Spain. Something was wrong – the electric generator had failed and
Day 19: The Port of Port of Spain
I stayed at the Inna City guesthouse, rose with the lark and headed down to the docks. All the boats were not leaving until Wednesday.
Day 20: September’s Coming Soon
Spent the day on the edge of my seat. Annette picked me up in the morning and took me to Chaguaramas where all the yachties
Day 21: Yelling At Neptune
We set off from the marina at around half two in the morning and headed north to Grenada. It was slow and painful, but at
Day 22: Union Island Blues
Currently sitting in the Tourist Centre opposite the jetty in Hillsborough, Carriacou island waiting for the guy who said he’d take me to Union Island
Day 23: St Vincent’s Price
Another early riser and onto the ferry ‘Barracuda’ up to St. Vincent, the big daddy of the Grenadines. It’s where they filmed most of Pirates
Day 24: The Kingstown Mooch
If you can’t beat them, join them. Got on a minibus to Kingstown and had a great time meandering around the fish market and the
Day 25: Pirates of the Caribbean
Everything closes on Sunday on St. Vincent. I tried to get to (what’s left of) the Pirates of the Caribbean set on the other side
Day 26: Banana Boat to Barbados
Dragged myself out of bed and headed to the port. I was halfway there when I realised I had left my coat in my room,
Day 27: A Bridgetown Too Far
Awoke on the metal floor of the Melinda II. I hadn’t been seasick (even though the boat was thumping the waves like a cartoon dog
Day 28: Ferry Nice!
We docked at about 4.30 in the morning in Vieux Fort, St. Lucia. This is an unreasonable hour, and one that I refuse to believe
Day 29: The Dominican Job
Martin and Fabio had to be up for 6am, as they were getting a plane to South America, so I thanked them profusely, got their
Day 30: Long Walk to Basseterre
Slept on a three-foot long wooden bench on a rusting cargo ship that went up and down, up and down, up and down…. The Eastpack
Day 31: St Kitts Strikes Back!
Up early and off to see the two contacts I had on the island. The first one, Shauna, was not in work this weekend. The
Day 32: Waiting On A Call
Got up bright and early to go and see a man about a boat — Wayne had organised someone to take me over to Antigua
Day 33: The Vagrant
I’m WAY behind schedule now, I should be in Central America and I’m not – I’m stuck on an island miles from anywhere that has
Day 34: Christal Clear
Arrived early in Antigua, but by the time passport formalities, etc. were all done, it was about 10am. I headed to the city centre and
Day 35: The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide To The Caribbean
Christal and I hit the streets looking for a way off the island. We even had a half-hour segment on the local radio station. We
Day 36: Ships That Pass In The Night
Once again, I stayed at Christal’s dad’s house, but not before I attended a ballroom dancing lesson down the road. Seriously! Christal’s dad, Owen, cooked
Day 37: Escape from Antigua
I scrambled like a fighter pilot down to the harbour. I have to leave today. I have to leave today. I stopped at the Waterfront
Day 38: The Bells of St Martin’s
Kerri is a Kiwi and Andrew is British, but lived in South Africa for many years. We had spent the night sailing, eating Pringles and
Day 39: The Vivo Libre
I was going to work late into the evening, but I ended up crashing out at about nine like a big girl’s blouse. But that’s
Day 40: Down and Out In Paradise
What a day. We arrived in Tortola, the main British Virgin Island, nice and early, and before long I was on a ferry (YES, A
Day 41: Beans, Bytes and Websites
A heavy dew had formed on me and my bags in the night. I prised myself up off the sun lounger and headed for a
Day 42: The Costa Fortuna
Got on the Internet as soon as I could and there it was – a message from Lorna, my guardian angel, bearing the heading ‘Costa
Day 43: ¡Hola Hispaniola!
We arrived in La Romana, in the Dominican Republic at around 8am. I had to be up early for customs formalities – the only person
Day 44: One Foot In Haiti
First things first, I needed to check for boats leaving for Cuba or Jamaica from the port. Mehrdad and I headed over the harbour and
Day 45: The Golden Ticket
Valentine’s Day. My girl, Mandy, is on the other side of the world and every day I waste on this island is another day that
Day 46: Domingo Dancing
I had to get up so early my legs where all shaky. Wurgh! I said my goodbyes to Mehrdad and wished him well on his
Day 47: The DR1 Will See You Now
I needed somewhere that I could sit and work, and Ken and TJ work in a place around the corner – the offices of DR1.com,
Day 48: A Lot of “Ifs”
Are you still here? Got an email from Lonely Planet telling me not to feel too bad about being stuck in the Caribbean, because of
Day 49: Go, Team Odyssey!
Still no word from the Linge Trader. Hugh has gone to Germany now and Lorna and Dino are in work. I’m in the office at
Day 50: The Linge Trader
Fifty days in, who’d have thunked it? I’m still in the Dominican Republic. I’ve been here over a week! Bah! But I leave today (thanks
Day 51: The Other Odyssey
Today passed in a daze. Out to sea, no mobile phone, no internet. I think I had been saving up my first day off work
Day 52: We Could Be Heroes
Dolphins!! I decided to stretch my legs out on deck and saw hundreds of dolphins splashing about in the water, having a good time. But
Day 53: Walk The Plank!
We pulled into Kingston, Jamaica at about 6pm. I could see the Pamplona, the ship that will be taking me to Costa Rica, on the
Day 54: Jamaican Me Nervous
5.30am. The phone rang. Groggily, I answered it. Hello? It was the captain. You have to get off this ship. Now. We will not take
Day 55: Halcyon Days
I’m going to be 30 this Saturday. 30? Me? Where did all the time go? I’m still pleasantly surprised each morning that I don’t have
Day 56: Starry Starry Nights
Last night, I spent a few hours up on the bridge with Alexander, one of the officers on board. He’s from the Ukraine and loves