Day 21: Yelling At Neptune
We set off from the marina at around half two in the morning and headed north to Grenada. It was slow and painful, but at least I was moving. Once…
Day 19: The Port of Port of Spain
I stayed at the Inna City guesthouse, rose with the lark and headed down to the docks. All the boats were not leaving until Wednesday. I tried all the shipping…
Day 18: Bus Up Shut
Woke up still in Point Lisas, Trinidad. We hadn't moved on to Port of Spain. Something was wrong - the electric generator had failed and the crew couldn't get the…
Day 15: The Incident
Awoken at 4am, we recommenced our journey through the jungle. Over a river on a chain ferry made of rusty metal and some wooden planks borrowed from The African Queen.…