Day 1,026: The Wake-Up Call
23.10.11: Thomas woke me up some time after ten to tell me that he was going out with Patti for a bit. I dragged myself out of bed and marvelled…
Days 1,020-1,024: The Papuan Chief
17.10.11-21.10.11: Monday was spent at sea familiarising myself with the ship. Swire take their safety seriously: I’m not allowed out on deck unless I’m wearing a boiler suit and steel…
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 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.…