Days 1,411-8: The Maersk Sebarok

Sun 11.11.12 - Sun 18.11.12 I was up an’ at ’em! by 8am, and by 8.30am I was on the bus back to Port Louis. I didn’t get to say a proper goodbye to Arno, but not to worry, I’ve a feeling I’ll see him again some day. I was met at the old Post Office by my driver who would be taking me through immigration and then to the port gates. The immigration officer was incredibly friendly (Mauritius is a very friendly place) and he happily stamped me out the country. And then it was through the port gates (the officials nodded me through) and onto the minibus that took me across the port to THE SHIP: The Maersk Sebarok. Wow. When I say this ship is BIG. Understand: this ship is BIIIIIIIIG. Check out these stats: Length: 336 metres Width: 40 metres Height: 25…

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Days 1,408-10: Made It Ma, Top of the World!

Fri 09.11.12 - Sun 11.11.12: After an hour’s sleep, I was back up an’ at ‘em, ready to take on my final day in Réunion. Geraldine left for a work meeting at 9am and I made good use of the morning, updating my blog and uploading a ton of photos onto Facebook. I spoke to Mickael and he assured me that the ticket for today’s ferry to Mauritius was in the bag – all I needed to do is turn up and show my ‘onward ticket’ (something I knocked up on Illustrator) and we were done. I was hoping to see Mickael for lunch before I left, but he was busy with work. At lunchtime, Geraldine returned and we ate together before I gathered my things together and headed for the bus station. Bye Geraldine! You’re the BEST! I had been told in no uncertain terms…

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Days 318-348: Don’t Look Back In Anger

14.11.09-14.12.09: Oh Graham, you tease, what's the meaning of this, compressing an entire MONTH of gallivanting into just one blog entry? Well, truth be told if there was something of any note to tell, I would give you the Full Monty and no mistake. But as is the way of things in The Odyssey, stuff has a disgraceful habit of not going according to plan. It took me just 10 days to get from Dar es Salaam to Mauritius. It took me SEVEN WEEKS to get back. I ran down to the port in Mahajanga bright and early on the morning of the 14th November eager to jump on the boat that was apparently leaving for Comoros. Ah yes... the boat. Try again tomorrow. So I checked back into Chez Karon and waited. And waited. And waited. The excuses were plentiful (although the one about the…

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Day 310: Slight Return

06.11.09: So by a bizarre set of coincidences, I find myself back in Mauritius. That's okay – the last time that I came here, I actually left with a profit. This time, my one true desire was to get to the natural history museum. I just had a few errands to run first – I needed to post something to Dino, Fed-Ex a stack of tapes back to Lonely Planet and unblock my internet and phone banking – something I've been trying to do for six months now. Easy? Er, no. Okay, so posting that thing to Dino was easy but then after that, ygads! I went to the HSBC (there aren't any in Africa – I guess 'The World's Local Bank (unless you happen to be African)' doesn't have the same ring to it) and I found myself hanging on the telephone listening to that…

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Day 305: The Hangover

01.11.09: Urgh. What a stupid idea THAT was. I woke up at 3pm, realising instantly that at 3pm, I'm supposed to be on board the Trochetia for the trip back to Réunion. I rubbed my eyes and headed for the shower, for the first time in my life thankful that it was cold. My body was just as surprised as I was that I was a) still alive and b) in the correct room of the correct hotel. Seriously. A few years ago, my mate Dan Martin and I were as drunk as lords in Morocco and not only did we wake up the next day in the wrong room, we also soon realised that we had waltzed into the wrong hotel. Night staff never see you check-in, do they? Little tip for you there, if you've got the guts. So after saying my fond farewells…

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Day 304: Drink Your Way Around The World

31.10.09: I stepped off the Trochetia and into country 124 feeling marvelously, marvelous about this turn of events. Simply put, I couldn't have done this any faster. Considering that I only left Tanzania on the 20th October – 11 days ago – and considering that I've taken four separate boat journeys as well as a two-day bus journey across Madagascar, things have gone surprisingly well. Until now. Now I have to somehow – somehow – get back to Madagascar, step foot in The Seychelles, (over 1000km away) and then get back to Africa. I have my own plan of how I'm going to achieve these feats, but believe me, it ain't gonna be easy and it is certainly going to take more than 11 days. It's going to take me at least a week to get back to Madagascar, and that's if I'm luckier than Lucky…

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