I have always loved ships. Ever since the days of getting the St David or the Galloway Princess from Larne to Stranraer or from going out boating with my mate Peter Bell and his step -Dad Ken Taylor on the Impala yacht in Ringhaddy. Then in 2008 I worked on the Isle of Wight ferries Read more about World Borders: Sailing from Melbourne to Devonport on the Spirit of Tasmania Ferry, Australia🇦🇺[…]
It was an early start, or a late start depending on how you look at life. We stayed up all night until a 5 am sleepy bus left the south western city of Kaohsiung for a trek across the island to the eastern city of Taidong. It was part of our trip up the East Read more about Backpacking in Taiwan: Taidong, Hualien and bus tripping up the East Coast[…]
It was June 2008 and I was looking for a new seasonal job, to accompany my quite temporary and inconsistent (and with hindsight, non-contractual, casual) job in the bars and retail points in the Pavilion Theatre in Bournemouth (and also in the BIC), and because I wanted to do something different, yet again. By chance Read more about Wightlink Ferries…Summer 2008[…]
“The living daylights” – James Bond movie / A-Ha. This is the scariest blog post to date, and looking back at this event scared the living daylights out of me. I guess most of us will have known someone or have been in a car accident at some point in their lives. According to DingGo, Read more about The Day I Almost Died in a Car Crash[…]
Bizarre things happen every now and then. Certainly this time a few months ago, I had NEVER heard of the town of Fleetwood. Then, having started working on ferryboats recently and the fact that I often travel back to Northern Ireland, I decided to get the boat back this week for the Northern Ireland v. Read more about Backpacking in England: Passing Through Fleetwood[…]
As I have mentioned before I always had a fascination with transport and travel. It was more the doing of it than the technical and manufacturing side. In the 1980s, back in them days Summer holidays would be spent in Northern Ireland (we would have seen no need to leave our home country). This meant Read more about World Borders: Getting the Ferry from Larne, Northern Ireland to Stranraer, Scotland (The 1980s…)[…]