Day 107: Hoppípolla
Where is everyone? While the Reykjafoss was almost guaranteed to have the Captain, Andrey, Albert or Chivas knocking about, the Dettifoss is deserted at night. The TV room is empty…
Day 106: The Iceland Cometh
It's a funny old world - turns out the First Mate off the Reykjafoss used to be part of the original crew on board the Linge Trader when it was…
Day 103: Another Monday Comes
Oh my word, I feel ROTTEN! Spent a good part of today in bed, did a little editing, but it's hard to concentrate when you feel two seconds away from…
Day 102: Heading East for Easter
Aside from our heading, the least Easterly Easter of my life - no chocolate eggs, in fact no chocolate at all! To be honest with you, I spent most of…
Day 101: The Shipping Booze
Today was a half day for the Filipino crew - it's a public holiday in the Philippines, so they got to let their hair down and down a few beers.…
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 82: Thunderbolt and Lightfoot
The madness of leaving at night, drunk and without a weather window slowly dawned on us - looking to port and looking to starboard, electrical storms cackled like mischievous witches…
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 80: Hooked!
What WOULD Philias Fogg say? If all had been going to plan, I'd be in AFRICA by now, having already stepped foot in every country in The Americas and Europe.…
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…