Day 391: The Invasion of Iraq
26.01.10: I blame Lonely Planet. The nearest town to the border of Iraq according to my guide book is a place called Sirnak, the real closest town is called Silopi.…
Day 390: The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch
25.01.10: It was the wee small hours when we pulled into Aleppo in the top left corner of Syria. Not one to stand on ceremony and after last night's jiggery-pokery…
Day 389: A Blizzard In Beirut
24.01.10: Before you could say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, I was on the coach heading to the Lebanese border. Again, Lebanon has a bit of a bad rap when it comes to popular…
Day 388: The Road To Damascus
23.01.10: Jordan was awesome. I really felt as if I had finally left Africa behind me and was back on the backpacker trail, rather than the backbreaker trial. I was…
Day 387: CouchSurf United
22.01.10: Up early and back to into Jordan, no probs. I really should have left Amman for Damascus this morning, but by the time I had got myself together, it…
Day 386: Don’t Tell Bin Laden, But…
21.01.10: Today, I just hung out in Amman, the capital of Jordan. Didn't do nothin'.. just hung about. Didn't go anywhere that might jeopardise my entry into other Middle Eastern…
Day 385: Crossing Jordan
20.01.10: This morning we arrived in Nuweiba, the Egyptian border town from where the boat for Jordan departs. You see if you tried to go overland through Israel, which would…
Day 384: Am I Still Here?
19.01.10: Dammit – I should have left Egypt on Saturday morning. Instead, here I am three days later still in Cairo. I woke up at noon and decided it was…
Day 383: Eric The Frenchman
18.01.10: To say I was being incredibly lazy today would be an understatement. Not being interested in doing, well, anything much. There was a bus that left at 10pm that…
Day 382: The Pyramid Scheme
I was planning to be at the Jordanian Embassy first thing in the morning, but you know what I'm like by now and after going to sleep around 5am, I…