Day 98: The Reykjafoss Awaits!
Woke up with thunder crashing in my head (as Elvis once sang) with the owner of the backpackers telling me that the representatives from Eimskip where here to get me.…
Day 97: The Hustler
After spending the day trying (and failing) to get a video edited before I left Halifax, it was with great relief that I got to speak to Mandy on Skype…
Day 96: The Heckler
Today I went for a walk around the city, but it was still a bit rubbish. Although now the snow has all melted, it wasn't even covered in white fluffy…
Day 95: Peggy’s Cove
Today I met up with James and we headed out with Rocky the dog, to visit (wait for it, wait for it) LIVERPOOL! Not Liverpool Liverpool, but Liverpool, Nova Scotia.…
Day 94: Shorts in Winter Time
Still in Halifax, then. It's not worth my while heading back into America to get on another boat as none of them go to Iceland, and I don't want to…
Day 93: There’s Always an Irish Pub
You really have no idea how itchy my feet become when confronted with a few days of inactivity - I feel like learning to Riverdance, just to give the damn…
Day 92: Naught else to do
I'd like to say today past in a drunken blur, but given I didn't drink today, it was more of just a blur. I slept in far too much. James's…
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Day 91: All hail to thee, EIMSKIP
Today began as yesterday ended with some email news, but this time it was GOOD internet news, news that made me do a little dance - Eimskip (the greatest cargo…
Day 90: The Halifax of Life
Now is the winter of our discontent. Well, it's actually SUPPOSED to be spring, but NOBODY SEEMS TO HAVE TOLD THE CANADIAN TOURIST BOARD THAT. I'm colder than a dark…
Day 89: The Shipping News
I'm still on the train at the moment; it's a 20 hour journey. Looking out of the window, it's like I've stumbled into Narnia. I almost expect a White Witch…