Day 29: The Dominican Job
Martin and Fabio had to be up for 6am, as they were getting a plane to South America, so I thanked them profusely, got their photos for the ‘heroes' page…
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 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 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…
Day 1: Hey-Ho LET’S GO!
7.30am.Woke up to find that sand demons had filled my teeth with silica gel and that a brass band had barged its way into my brain and had started to…