Day 59: Nineteen Seventy-Nine
I only slept for a few hours before we hit the El Salvador border and then it was off the bus, with queuing and formality. Having said that, the bus…
Day 46: Domingo Dancing
I had to get up so early my legs where all shaky. Wurgh! I said my goodbyes to Mehrdad and wished him well on his endeavours. He tried to give…
Day 30: Long Walk to Basseterre
Slept on a three-foot long wooden bench on a rusting cargo ship that went up and down, up and down, up and down....The Eastpack got into port in St. Kitts…
Day 14: “Conradian”
Got up nice and early after a surprising restful sleep and headed to the border. I was first to be stamped through and I headed to the nearest bank to…