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 126: The Sicily Circuit
Our ferry got us into Pozzallo, which is not the same place we left from (Catania), so we raced to the train station and hopped on the OLDEST TRAIN IN…
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 124: The Wrong San Marino
It all started so well...By 5am in the morning, I had already stepped foot in both Liechtenstein and Switzerland. My logistical powers were at an all time high and so…
Day 123: The Bag Drop
Was rudely awaked by Tom ‘accidently' throwing water in my face. Ah, well, it did the trick anyhow. We got off the train and said our farewells. Tom would be…
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 121: The Checkpoint Charlie
What transpired to be an incredibly long day, started in Thessaloniki before dawn. It was raining hard and John and I took far too long getting off the train, so…
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…