“Where are you going?”  The man peeking his head out from under the black, nagahide tuk-tuk roof already knows where I’m going.  I’m sure his wife told him to come fetch me just this morning.  The problem is, you see, I’m already claimed.  “OOooooh,” I say, kn

Source: It’s a Small Town — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World