Day 130: Deal or No Deal?
So I missed the ferry back with Laura, I had shelled out for a cabin and everything. Having a relaxing night on the boat before saying our farewells over an…
Day 129: Close But No Cigar
Again we were up at the crack, I said my farewells to Laura and shoved her on a Louage back up to Tunis (or at least I thought I did).…
Day 128: Interdit!
Laura and I hauled ourselves out of bed as early as we could and jumped a taxi for the short ride to the Algerian border. Now, if this was anything…
Day 127: Like A Man Possessed
The ferry to Tunisia was supposed to leave at 8am, so Laura and I dragged our asses to the port for 7am. The ferry didn't arrive until 8am. By 10.30am,…
Day 125: Roman Holiday
And so on to Rome...I arrived at some ungodly hour, which I thought was actually quite appropriate. I slung my bag into the Pop Inn Hostel (with crazy guy Cesar…
Day 122: Top Of The Balkans
We got into Podgorica so early, my legs were shaking. I immediately hopped a taxi to the nearby border with Albania. My driver, Ratko, was top - he didn't speak…
Day 120: The Doctor Will Sue You Now
The lovely girl in the hotel reception made me a packed lunch and before I knew it, I was on the 5am train back to Bucharest.Once there, I went on…
Day 115: The Floating Valhalla
I'm never going to get any sleep, am I?! Cursed! Cursed I am to spend this month wide awake like a teething baby. Ah well. I somehow managed to struggle…
Day 88: We’re Gonna Need A Bigger Coat
I had set my alarm for 6.30am to give me loads of time to wake up and get to the bus station for the bus for Montreal that left at…
Day 65: Entering America
All I got to see of Mexico City was the outskirts and the bus station, but I hear it's not much too look at anyway. Driving reasonably close to Tikal…