So this is me, aboard the container ship that carried us to Colombia: puke-naked, half-starved and helpless. Even a stowaway would have had more agency, more control over her destiny. Thirty years later I’ve decided on a safer route. And though there is an air-sickness bag tucked into the pocket of the seat in front of me, I am comforted that we have made the right choice. Somewhere on the seas below, our camper is strapped to the deck of a roll-on, roll-off freighter ship and if we are meant to reunite and continue this roadtrip together; the Avion will survive her own crossing.
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