A few years ago, I accidentally boarded the wrong vessel in a dodgy Mozambique harbor and what I thought was a four-hour snorkel trip on a tourist boat ended up turning into a six-day stint aboard a Chinese prawn trawler. One of the crew, a kindhearted Latvian dude with a scar across his left temple from, I kid you not, “a bad night in the bad war” told me I reminded him of his sister and so he befriended me. During my first night, he regaled me with the saddest, most unbelievable story I’d ever heard. I’ll save you the gory details but let’s just say old Andrejs loved his horses. Actually none of this is true and I’m really sorry but I am fighting a caption battle with @m.wargo and @thespillproject and this is my entry and I promise I’ll never lie to you again. 😘
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