Gibraltar, Winter, 2000 Standing atop the famous rock, while waiting expectantly for one of the wild barbary apes to attack an undisciplined Spanish child, I peer south. The Strait of Gibraltar is the entrance to the Mediterranean Sea. It’s only 14 km wide so I can clearly see the north African landmass on which sits Tangiers, Morocco. Ooh, so exotic. Sadly, Gibraltar is the final stop on this particular trip, which began in Tunisia and hopped across the Med to Sicily, Sardinia, Corsica and the South of France, before turning west to follow the coast as far as this remote outpost of Great Britain. How I long to be able to continue into Africa, but this time it is not to be. Home beckons, Lon
Well, it actually happened. I went to Antarctica and returned, a changed man. I’ve seen things. Penguins, mostly. And icebergs. At the end of the last episode I’d managed to secure an offer from another cruise company after the One Ocean Expeditions cancellation fiasco. Amazingly, all-in-all, four separate companies came up with last-minute offers to take me to Antarctica! I couldn’t believe it. They obviously hadn’t read any of my previous work. I really want to voice my appreciation for Eclipse Travel and Chimu Adventures who offered me berths, and G Adventures who put me on a cancellation list. Quark also came up with an offer, but only after I’d dissed them on Instagram. The power of soc
