Day 22: Union Island Blues
Currently sitting in the Tourist Centre opposite the jetty in Hillsborough, Carriacou island waiting for the guy who said he'd take me to Union Island in his speedboat (for a…
Day 21: Yelling At Neptune
We set off from the marina at around half two in the morning and headed north to Grenada. It was slow and painful, but at least I was moving. Once…
Day 20: September’s Coming Soon
Spent the day on the edge of my seat. Annette picked me up in the morning and took me to Chaguaramas where all the yachties hang out. She organised for…
Day 18: Bus Up Shut
Woke up still in Point Lisas, Trinidad. We hadn't moved on to Port of Spain. Something was wrong - the electric generator had failed and the crew couldn't get the…
Day 17: A Drunken Sailor
Spent the entire day at sea and in bed, trying to shake off the monster hangover from the night before while getting my video diary edited and trying desperately not…
Day 16: All Aboard!
Up at 4am and on the minibus to Suriname. Thankfully paved roads all the way, and even a nice new shiny bridge over the river meant that we got there…
Day 15: The Incident
Awoken at 4am, we recommenced our journey through the jungle. Over a river on a chain ferry made of rusty metal and some wooden planks borrowed from The African Queen.…
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Day 13: Can’t Get Out That Way
Woke up in Mario's house. His family had been so accommodating, taking in a big ginger stray like me for the night and looking after me on my trip through…
Day 10: Plan Colombia
I think I'm about three days behind schedule now; I really need to make up some time in the Caribbean. Don't know how easy that is going to be, absolutely…
Day 8: A Taste of Quito
I flaked it. I should have been up with the lark and on a bus to the border, but I decided to have a day off. This decision is no…