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 114: Ruthless Efficiency!
It would NEVER happen in the UK. Let's face it, it would never happen in the US either, but I have my faith in Sweden. If anyone can do it,…
Day 113: Odyssey-a-go-go!
A day which, upon reflection, was as perfect an ‘Odyssey' day as I can imagine. I arrived in Brussels in the wee small hours, just in time to catch the…
Day 112: The Leaving of Liverpool
I awoke in my old bedroom, mid-morning. A rather strange sensation, I have to say. Is that it? Is it all over? That was easy!Oh, hang on... rub your eyes…
Day 111: The Five Nation Pub Crawl
Wow! I mean, really, wow!Today really started last night when I was met by my top chums from the old school, Lindsey and Michelle, in Euston Station. We only had…
Day 110: Homeward Bound
we docked in Rotterdam at 5:45am and by 6am I was ready to get off the ship. However, I found myself pacing up and down on deck until the shipping agent…
Day 109: Western Approaches
After another night of tossing, turning, giving up and reading until light. Today I kicked around one the bridge with the Captain for a little while before getting a tour…
Day 108: Well, It’s a Fair Row…
I managed to find the Captain this morning, after we had arrived in Torshavn in the Faroe Islands. He was disembarking to see a friend of his while the ship…
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…