I hope you’re right. Ollie is due a goal

And he or she chose the name Kevin as a contributor. Sorry to all Kevin’s out there 😆

Passports on the Beach The vessel is unmoored and we are on the way.

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Well I am on one of the AI2018s flying today from LHR. Should be the same aircraft we exited last night and same crew.

Farce of Nature It was all going swimmingly.

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Day Fifty Five - Circumnavigation I thanked the cabin crew as I left the Boeing 777-200 which had flown me across the Atlantic Ocean.

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Day Fifty Four - Graves and Gravitas Unless you are flying from New York most transatlantic flights leave for Europe in the evening and mine is no exception.

Day Fifty Four - Graves and Gravitas
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Day Fifty Three - The Beeline It is the final full day of my world tour.

Day Fifty Three - The Beeline
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Day Fifty Two - A Troubled Past I had a plan, possibly the first of the whole trip.

Day Fifty Two - A Troubled Past
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Day Fifty One - Sweet Auburn Just down the road from me is the birthplace of one Atlanta’s most important figures of the twentieth century, Martin Luther King.

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Day Fifty - Shortish I passed through many time zones as we headed east across the United States.

Day Fifty - Shortish
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Day Forty Nine - The Queen! “Where shall I meet you?” It was my old buddy Neil.

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Day Forty Eight - Boneyard My purpose for adding Los Angeles to this trip was to call in on an old friend.

Day Forty Eight - Boneyard
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Day Forty Seven - Eastwards There is no doubt about it.

Day Forty Seven - Eastwards
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Day Forty Six - Pacific Pearl Hooray, I thought as my eyes went skyward.

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Day Forty Five - Emergency Alert! I had been following the weather forecast on what passes for news in Hawaii.

Day Forty Five - Emergency Alert!
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Day Forty Four - Windward “You must do North Shore,” my wife Caroline urged before I left home shores.

Day Forty Four - Windward
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Day Forty Three - Tora! Tora! Tora! If my motivation to complete this trip was attending the Australian Open today was another red letter day.

Day Forty Three - Tora! Tora! Tora!
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Day Forty Two - In Town My long overnight flight between the hemispheres had wiped me out so when I woke breakfast was the order of the day.

Day Forty Two - In Town
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Day Forty One - Up North! If there is one thing you do not want to read on a departure board an hour before an overnight flight, it is the word delayed.

Day Forty One - Up North
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Day Forty - City Lights It is my final day in the southern hemisphere.

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Day Thirty Nine - The Ocean I looked out of the window.

Day Thirty Nine - The Ocean
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Day Thirty Eight - No Pain, No Gain Blue skies greeted me as I drew back the curtain of my sea facing room.

Day Thirty Eight - No Pain, No Gain
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Day Thirty Seven - Bula The sky remained stubbornly unaltered as I lifted my gaze.

Day Thirty Seven - Bula
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Day Thirty Six - Treaties and Treachery The promised Auckland rain put in an appearance first thing and more or less hung around all day.

Day Thirty Six - Treaties and Treachery
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Day Thirty Five - Tomorrow’s Today The fiendish foul and their incessant crowing ensured I would not sleep through my early alarm.

Day Thirty Five - Tomorrow’s Today

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Day Thirty Four - Tahiti Takeaway The hotel manager, Louis, invites me to dine with him at breakfast.

Day Thirty Four - Tahiti Takeaway

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Day Thirty Three - Nana Moorea It is time to say farewell to Moorea, nana in the native tongue.

Day Thirty Three - Nana Moorea

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So that’s you, me and James Cook. All to get away from Yorkshire 😆

Day Thirty Two - H2O It is my final day on Moorea, this tiny spot in the South Pacific and I am determined to make the most of it.

Day Thirty Two - H2O

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