Day 81: The Forbidden Isle
After helming the nightwatch, I got a few hours kip before Johnny called me up on deck - he'd been chatting on the CB with a passing yacht that had…
Day 80: Hooked!
What WOULD Philias Fogg say? If all had been going to plan, I'd be in AFRICA by now, having already stepped foot in every country in The Americas and Europe.…
Day 79: Blockade Runnin’
The entire day at sea, we continued on our painfully slow march towards Cuba. I kept watch for US coastguard boats appearing out of nowhere and asking us what we…