Day 399: Istanbulldozin’
03.02.10: The bus arrived bang on time in good ol’ Istanbul – the only city in the world that straddles two continents. I wandered down
Day 400: I Say Sir, Beer!
04.02.10: I could have done without the 3am border crossing, it was unnecessarily cold outside – why couldn’t they come to us? There was only
Day 401: Ljuvly Ljubblies
05.02.10: The train to the delightfully-named Ljubljana was a typically ramshackle affair (man I miss them Turkish buses) but it did the job and by
Day 402: Don’t Stop Believin’
06.02.10: The last two blogs aren’t true. I just made them up. Sorry, it would have ruined the surprise. Here’s what really happened… When I
Day 403: Home Sweet Home
07.02.10: So with the cat out of the bag in terms of my friends, it was now time to spring the surprise on my family.
Day 404-410: Pubs and Publicity
08.02.10-14.02.10: So I was back and I had work to do. I spent Monday morning at my brother Mike’s house writing up a press release
Days 411-417: Groundhog Day
15.02.10-21.02.10: The next week passed in a kind of blur. I don’t think I got anything productive done at all. I didn’t write up my
Day 418: Paris When It Drizzles
22.02.10: Woke up at Stan’s gaff at some monstrously early hour, but Stan was good enough to not only make me a cup of tea,
Day 419: Roman Holiday
23.02.10: At some disastrously early hour, I was roused from my slumber by our rather impertinent arrival in Milan, which necessitated a change of buses.
Day 420: Lie To Me
24.02.10: I thought I would have a few hours to mooch around Rome in the morning, but I found myself unable to prise my worthless
Day 421: Africa Calling
25.02.10: This infernal continent. If I was following the original plan, I would have picked up my visas in Istanbul and continued on to Central
Day 422: To Err Is Human
26.02.10: I’ve made some big boo-boos in The Odyssey so far. Going to Cape Verde with a bunch of Senegalese fishermen, for one. Not just
Day 423: The Lonely Pilgrim
27.02.10: Tunisia is undoubtedly the most accessible Muslim country in the world. Morocco’s borders with Algeria are closed, and there’s a checkpoint every ten minutes
Day 424: Gaddafi’s Sandbox Adventure
28.02.10: Rising at 6am to crack on to the border, it is with tremendous chagrin that I must report the minibus to Ben Guerdane did
Day 425: Passing My Sell-By Date
01.03.10: You know those moments when you realise you’ve made a MASSIVE mistake and your stomach drops away? Like when you text someone that the
Day 426: Floods and Ruins
02.03.10: Dja recommended that I try at the Algerian Embassy here in Tunis. I wasn’t optimistic, but any port in a storm and all that.
Day 427: Africa, Cracked
03.03.10: You can’t do a lap of Africa. It’s impossible, I think. You could try to, as you can try to get across the Darien
Day 428: A Parting Shot
04.03.10: The town of El Kala was undoubtedly a rather pleasant one, a sleepy fishing village that would have gone down will with the tourists