Day 106: The Iceland Cometh
It’s a funny old world – turns out the First Mate off the Reykjafoss used to be part of the original crew on board the
Day 107: Hoppípolla
Where is everyone? While the Reykjafoss was almost guaranteed to have the Captain, Andrey, Albert or Chivas knocking about, the Dettifoss is deserted at night.
Day 108: Well, It’s a Fair Row…
I managed to find the Captain this morning, after we had arrived in Torshavn in the Faroe Islands. He was disembarking to see a friend
Day 109: Western Approaches
After another night of tossing, turning, giving up and reading until light. Today I kicked around one the bridge with the Captain for a little
Day 110: Homeward Bound
we docked in Rotterdam at 5:45am and by 6am I was ready to get off the ship. However, I found myself pacing up and down on
Day 111: The Five Nation Pub Crawl
Wow! I mean, really, wow! Today really started last night when I was met by my top chums from the old school, Lindsey and Michelle,
Day 112: The Leaving of Liverpool
I awoke in my old bedroom, mid-morning. A rather strange sensation, I have to say. Is that it? Is it all over? That was easy!
Day 113: Odyssey-a-go-go!
A day which, upon reflection, was as perfect an ‘Odyssey’ day as I can imagine. I arrived in Brussels in the wee small hours, just
Day 114: Ruthless Efficiency!
It would NEVER happen in the UK. Let’s face it, it would never happen in the US either, but I have my faith in Sweden.
Day 115: The Floating Valhalla
I’m never going to get any sleep, am I?! Cursed! Cursed I am to spend this month wide awake like a teething baby. Ah well.
Day 116: Arrested Development
The boat over to Tallinn was quick and easy and got me in to the capital of Estonia in fine fettle just around noon. I
Day 117: Kettles Of Fish
I emerged from the coach in the wee small hours to find myself in the rather attractive town of Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania. I
Day 118: Er, Anyone seen my bag?
Today should have been a breeze – well timed connections marked my passage through Poland. My coach arrived half an hour early, so it wasn’t
Day 119: Carlos The Jackal
After all the excitement of yesterday, I slept like a baby. By that, I mean that I woke up every two hours and started screaming.
Day 120: The Doctor Will Sue You Now
The lovely girl in the hotel reception made me a packed lunch and before I knew it, I was on the 5am train back to
Day 121: The Checkpoint Charlie
What transpired to be an incredibly long day, started in Thessaloniki before dawn. It was raining hard and John and I took far too long
Day 122: Top Of The Balkans
We got into Podgorica so early, my legs were shaking. I immediately hopped a taxi to the nearby border with Albania. My driver, Ratko, was
Day 123: The Bag Drop
Was rudely awaked by Tom ‘accidently’ throwing water in my face. Ah, well, it did the trick anyhow. We got off the train and said
Day 124: The Wrong San Marino
It all started so well… By 5am in the morning, I had already stepped foot in both Liechtenstein and Switzerland. My logistical powers were at
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
Day 126: The Sicily Circuit
Our ferry got us into Pozzallo, which is not the same place we left from (Catania), so we raced to the train station and hopped
Day 127: Like A Man Possessed
The ferry to Tunisia was supposed to leave at 8am, so Laura and I dragged our asses to the port for 7am. The ferry didn’t
Day 128: Interdit!
Laura and I hauled ourselves out of bed as early as we could and jumped a taxi for the short ride to the Algerian border.
Day 129: Close But No Cigar
Again we were up at the crack, I said my farewells to Laura and shoved her on a Louage back up to Tunis (or at
Day 130: Deal or No Deal?
So I missed the ferry back with Laura, I had shelled out for a cabin and everything. Having a relaxing night on the boat before
Day 131: You’ve GOT to be kidding
You can probably tell by the title of this day that things did not go according to plan. I got to the Algerian embassy for
Day 132: Good Riddance!
Said my goodbyes to the chaps in the hostel, jumped in a taxi and headed on over to the port, stopping at various banks on
Day 133: San Marino A-Go-Go
It was supposed to be a 23-hour ferry trip to Civitavaggio near Rome, but of course it took longer than that. Not being able to
Day 134: The Monte Carlo Underground
I had about a zillion train connections to make today. In fact, if I just wanted to get to Toulouse, I could have (get this!)
Day 135: Daddy Issues
Early-early-sickly-feeling start to the day, and onto the 5:20 bus to the Andorran border. Quick change of buses and by about 8am I was in
Day 136: Travel Rules
After last night’s antics, I’m surprised I stayed awake. Matt and I jumped on the mega-mega fast train to Madrid (300kph! – whoosh!) and I