Day 87: First We Take Manhattan
When I changed buses yesterday in Atlanta, I made a fatal error - I didn't push to the front of the queue. And so I and about fifteen other misfortunates…
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 71: Awaiting Permission
Another day wasted attempting to get a response from the Treasury. I hung around at the hostel all day, on line and making phone calls to every Tom, Dick and…
Day 69: Grand Bahama
As I write this, I'm sitting in a lounge on the day cruise over to The Bahamas. It's usually about $40 there and back, but because it's Spring Break, they've…
Day 63: A Taste of Belize
The boat that Ishmael had got me on (it had been chartered by a German couple - I was cheekily tagging along for the ride) was doing a trip over…
Day 62: Livingstone, I Presume?
I got into Guatemala City about 10am (not much sleep on the bus then) and hopped straight onto a bus for Puerto Barrios on the Caribbean coast. This was the…
Day 57: Land Ahoy!
We arrived in Veracruz, Mexico at around 1pm local time. Yippee! Unfortunately for my itchy, goddamn-month-behind-schedule feet, the shipping agent says I've got to wait on board until 4pm before…
Day 56: Starry Starry Nights
Last night, I spent a few hours up on the bridge with Alexander, one of the officers on board. He's from the Ukraine and loves to use the word ‘bullshit'…
Day 55: Halcyon Days
I'm going to be 30 this Saturday. 30? Me? Where did all the time go? I'm still pleasantly surprised each morning that I don't have to put my school uniform…
Day 54: Jamaican Me Nervous
5.30am. The phone rang. Groggily, I answered it. Hello?It was the captain.You have to get off this ship. Now. We will not take you and the ship leaves in ten…