Day 269: Luanda House Party
I woke up resoundingly NOT in Luanda. We hadn’t moved all night. Peter was nowhere to be seen. I was determined to get to Luanda by any means necessary. A…
Day 258: The Second Pizza of Freedom
RULE 6: NEVER EXPECT AN APOLOGYI woke up before dawn to find that my guard had gone. I went for a walk around the station – it was empty. I…
Day 221: Monsooner Or Later…
After a couple of hours of shuteye, it was back on the case for your favourite ginger wanderer here. We left the house in search of Liberty (Yaz’s mate, not…
Day 159: Habeas Corpus
On Monday morning, Captain Mbeye and I were taken away with four others. We (typically) weren't told were they were taking us, but it turned out to be the courthouse,…
Day 144: Er, Why Are You Here?
I stayed in Auberge Du Sahara camping in Dahkla and would thoroughly recommend it. It only cost about a fiver and they even made me dinner. In the morning, twas…
Day 112: The Leaving of Liverpool
I awoke in my old bedroom, mid-morning. A rather strange sensation, I have to say. Is that it? Is it all over? That was easy!Oh, hang on... rub your eyes…
Day 61: The Saviours of El Salvador
Back on the groovy bus up through Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras and El Salvador. No cute girl for me to annoy this time, but I did meet a guy from…
Day 58: Go Yell It To The Ocean
The bus arrived at Tapachula near the Guatemalan border early in the morning to find another bus to Guatemala City waiting to take me away, ha ha. So goodbye Mexico,…