March 1999: In Beira I had staved off Malaria with a dose of Larium (a nasty cocktail in itself) and rested my aching sweaty body enough to continue on to the beach side town of Inhambane for more rest. I sat in a nice cool little cafe across from the bus stop waiting for my afternoon connection. I had convinced the porters to let me carry my backpack onto the bus with after it was thrown on the roof with chickens and fish baskets the trip before and still stunk. I sat in a single seat towards the back and took [View Full Entry]

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January 2000: I was living in Antigua studying Spanish for a month and had made friends with a number of people from different nationalities. One in particular was Eva from Denmark who I had previously met in Oaxaca in Mexico. We planned on a weekend away to the beach and headed there by bus for some sun and surf. When we arrived there we hooked up with other foreigners on the bus and had lunch, after that we found a spot on the beach to setup my tent and store our gear. When we finished we swam awhile and then went [View Full Entry]

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October 1997: The Road ahead was long, dusty and windey, The Bus crew had taken ages to pack it full of its wheat,rice,goats, chickens and human cargo for the trip to Luang Prabang. With no room to stretch on the long journey ahead I had proposed to the driver that I could sit atop of the bus for a while? A crew member stepped in and informed me that they could no longer do that because 2 french travelers a month ago had been shot and wounded by Rebel soldiers in the area and they were targeting foreigners more often. I'm [View Full Entry]

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It was close to 8.00pm when the bus dropped me off in Eceabat, a town near the battlefields of Gallipoli. A sign pointed to Anzac House, which currently housed my tour party from FEZ. I was on crutches with a heavily sprained ankle, a result of a drunken fall down a flight of steps in Rome a few weeks back. Walking through the front door I was greeted by my tour guide and the owner of the barhostel, they had already sent the group that afternoon for the tour of the battlefields and midday service, and most of the group were [View Full Entry]

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To best way to describe the main bus terminal on the outskirts of Istanbul would be by picturing the scene outside of the bar at Mos Eisley on Tatooine as Luke and Obi Wan pull up on the Landspeeder, a mixture of dust,soldiers, peddlers and merchants visible amongst the throng of women and men dragging around dusty suitcases. The two level terminal stood surrounded by stalls with everything imaginable for your journey ahead, my ears blocked from the merchant calls I fixed my eyes on the central cashier office ahead and brought a oneway ticket to Gallipoli. What had left me [View Full Entry]

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