Greetings! My name is Jack Noah Rees and I’m a teacher and travel writer from a small corner of the Welsh countryside and this is my blog; yes, they do still exist. The purpose of Hit The Road Jack is to narrate my travels to places far-flung as I attempt to road trip and backpack around every sovereign state on earth. If that sounds mildly of interest to you, click here to find out why I’m undertaking this unlikely quest…
I arrived at Wadi Rum just as dusk was starting to soften the edges of my rocky surroundings. My guide, a lively Bedouin named Fahdi, promptly tossed me into the back of his pickup truck, revved the engine, and took off at a scarcely believable pace given the ‘road’ we were on.
Stepping off the plane at Queen Alia Airport in Jordan, it struck me immediately that I had significantly underestimated the heat. I'd read the forecasts, of course, but they'd seemed quite abstract until I was actually marinating beneath a sun intense enough to weld my T-shirt to my spine before I’d even reached passport control.
So, after sixteen days cruising the Caribbean, we found ourselves back on the sunlit shores of Barbados, the island where our colourful voyage had first begun. With our flight home not until the evening, it seemed entirely fitting—indeed almost compulsory—to dedicate our remaining hours to the pastime most famously synonymous with Barbados: the enthusiastic consumption of rum.
By the time we reached Dominica—our final new nation of the trip—levels of ‘cruise fatigue’ resulting from too much food, too little sleep, and an endless supply of Heineken were at an all-time high.
Travelling to every nation...
Latest country: Lebanon 
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