Day 138: Due South
The connection to the desert town of Dakhla - the furthest south one can go on public transport in Morocco - was seamless. I had barely arrived in Agadir before…
Day 137: The Road To Casablanca
The plan was to get the 7.30am bus to the coast. However, however, however... we got a taxi to the southern bus station (a good bet as we where heading…
Day 136: Travel Rules
After last night's antics, I'm surprised I stayed awake. Matt and I jumped on the mega-mega fast train to Madrid (300kph! - whoosh!) and I drove him up the wall…
Day 135: Daddy Issues
Early-early-sickly-feeling start to the day, and onto the 5:20 bus to the Andorran border. Quick change of buses and by about 8am I was in Andorra - another of Europe's…
Day 128: Interdit!
Laura and I hauled ourselves out of bed as early as we could and jumped a taxi for the short ride to the Algerian border. Now, if this was anything…
Day 127: Like A Man Possessed
The ferry to Tunisia was supposed to leave at 8am, so Laura and I dragged our asses to the port for 7am. The ferry didn't arrive until 8am. By 10.30am,…
Day 126: The Sicily Circuit
Our ferry got us into Pozzallo, which is not the same place we left from (Catania), so we raced to the train station and hopped on the OLDEST TRAIN IN…
Day 122: Top Of The Balkans
We got into Podgorica so early, my legs were shaking. I immediately hopped a taxi to the nearby border with Albania. My driver, Ratko, was top - he didn't speak…
Day 121: The Checkpoint Charlie
What transpired to be an incredibly long day, started in Thessaloniki before dawn. It was raining hard and John and I took far too long getting off the train, so…
Day 119: Carlos The Jackal
After all the excitement of yesterday, I slept like a baby. By that, I mean that I woke up every two hours and started screaming. Although my laptop and camcorder…