Finland, Brugge and Manchester Going straight from the small island of Curacao in the Caribbean to the small city of Vaasa in Finland was never going to be easy. Multiple flights with long stopovers in-between are to be expected, and the ensuing jetlag just undoes all the relaxation of the past few weeks. A nine-and-a-half hour flight to Amsterdam was followed by an eight hour layover in Schiphol airport. Anticipating that we'd get little-to-no sleep on the ove...

After our excellent taster of what the region had to offer in Cartagena, once the all-to-familiar wrench of leaving left our systems, we could focus entirely on our excitement of actually visiting the proper Caribbean. Well, situated just north of Venezuela, it's not exactly in the Eastern Caribbean straight and so some might argue that it's not the Caribbean in its truest form, but considering we were able to get here relatively cheaply from Colombia then it'll...

The prospect of being treated to a bit of sun certainly got Anne and me giddy, especially after all the struggles we had endured over the past few weeks. What struggles are them? Well, if you hadn't already heard, we got a bit sick. I'll stop going on about it now. And I'll cut the sarcasm out. Sorry. But anyway, we were heading to the sun and felt like we were truly on our holidays. We had it all: the wall of heat that hits you as you step off the aeroplane, th...

With the constant bouts of sickness that Anne and I had encountered over the past few weeks, to say it had taken its toll on us would be an understatement. We'd realised that our bodies were simply getting battered by all the rigours that come with overland travel and despite us wanting to achieve a similar feat to our 'Manchester to Singapore' leg, sometimes you just have to call it quits. Therefore, it was decided with heavy hearts that after we complete the I...

The final morning's wake-up call was at 3am as Freddy wanted us to be one of the first groups in line to gain entry through the final passport control of the trip, and into the final section of trail. It wasn't as bad as it sounds though, as we had both fallen asleep at 8pm so had had a good night's kip. Just like the third day, we powered through the last of the hiking to the Sun Gate and stood in amazement as the sun rose over the sight we had walked all this ...