Day 1,420: Who Wants To Be A Trillionaire?

Tue 20.11.12: After grabbing a whole three hours of sleep, it was time to SLAM DUNK DA FUNK and hit the road once more. NORTH MISS TESCHMACHER!! Janine, being the great sport that she is, agreed to drop me off at the local train station through some rather horrific traffic jammage. The bus for Lusaka, Zambia, departed at 0900. By 0830 we were still miles away, stuck in traffic and my chances of making the coach was looking slimmer than Victoria Beckham after I drive over her with a steam roller. We arrived at the train station at 0840. It takes 10 minutes to get to Park station from where the buses left. After hugs and see-you-agains, I ran inside. The next train was at 0848. I rushed down to the platform, pacing like that’s going to help. On the train it was all I could…

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Day 285: The Lilongwe Round

12.10.09: Ah, well you see it's like this: I've been kicking myself (literally, you want to see the whelks on my ass) about Algeria and Libya. Not because Libya sounds like an area of the female genitalia and I haven't cracked a joke about it yet, but because of this: WHY DIDN'T I JUST BRIBE THE BORDER GUARDS?? This notion has spread like an itch all over my body and I can't help every time I look at that bloody map on the Odyssey Home page but wince over the fact that Algeria and Libya, those two vast swathes of North Africa are still coloured in white – white goddamnit! WHITE!! I never crossed those borders. For those of you who are joining in The Odyssey a little late (bless you I need all the support that I can muster) you might not know what happened,…

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