DAY 3: Hold The Train!
The staff of the Norröna wished me well and as the ramp fell allowing me access to the gangway at Hirtshals I ran as fast as my legs could carry…
DAY 2: Muckle Flugger
It was indeed the wee small hours when we returned to Tórshavn. I arose from my couchette bunk (banging my head on the one above) to step foot in what…
DAY 1: Hoppípolla
We pulled alongside in the sleepy east-coast town of Seyðisfjörður at precisely 9:30am GMT. For it to count as my first country, I could not arrive by plane and the…
The Iceland Cometh
The ferry to Iceland was kinda outrageous. At over 500 smackaroonies there and back it was quite possibly the most I had ever spent on a single mode of transport,…
Off To A Non-Flying Start
Sunday 13 August - Tuesday 15 August 2017I got online and bought a ticket for the Flixbus to Hamburg. I meandered down to the coach station, attempting to pick up…
“Proper Planning Prevents…”
I would be leaving the UK for Denmark (from whence I would be taking the ferry to Sweden) on Sunday 13 August. Since the visa debacle I had just one…
The Visa Run
With the ferry from Iceland to Denmark only running on certain days, and the People’s March for the EU (at which I’ve been asked to speak) being on September 9,…
The Plan
It started, as all great things invariably do, with an idea. Since I first heard about The Tube Challenge it’s been one of my favourite Guinness World Records. 270 stations…