Day 256: The Horror, The Horror
RULE 4: VOGONS ARE UNFEASIBLY STUPIDYou cannot reason somebody out of a position they haven’t reasoned themselves into. Appealing to my captors on the logical grounds that I was a…
Day 255: The Heart of Darkness
RULE 3: VOGONS HAVE NO EMPATHY“The only way to get a drink out of a Vogon is to stick your finger down their throat”.- Douglas Adams, The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide To…
Day 254: The Saddest Song In The World
RULE 2: NEVER TRUST A VOGONI awoke on the little couch in the ‘chief’s’ office. Gone was any chance of me submitting my visa application for Angola this week. Max…
Day 253: The Last Thing I Needed
"Vogons have to be just about one of the most unpleasant races in the galaxy. Not actually evil, but bad-tempered, bureaucratic, officious and callous. They wouldn't even lift a finger…
Day 252: Exit Planet Dust
Setting off again at dawn, I found the shared truck for Dolisie (the junction half way to Congo’s capital city, Brazzaville) actually left early. I had to run to clamber…
Day 251: The Overlander
In a trend that will no doubt continue for the rest of the month, I got up at 5am only to find that there was no transport to the Congo…
Day 250: Clinging On For Dear Life
We motored in to Port Mole at 7am, gathered our things and got taken by the ferryman back to dry land. THE ANDREA WAS STILL IN PORT!! Oh yes, it…
Day 248: Blister In The Sun
That night we made tremendous progress back to Gabon. I really liked Sao Tome, but there was no sense in hanging about – I’ve still got another 92 countries to…
Day 247: The Hidden Gem
Sao Tome. Wow. What a great little place. We pulled in at around 5pm, without proper charts we had no idea where. It turned out to be a place called…
Day 246: The Blue Desert
So then your humble narrator found himself back on the high seas. The Reol was tiny – the smallest vessel I’ve been on so far, just about 7 meters in…