Angelique, Boobies and Sunrise over Sea
June 2nd 2005 The first thing that I noticed was the smell.
A unique, arousing blend of sea spray and jet fuel, whipped along on the hot afternoon breeze. As I followed the orange safety cones across the tarmac, that scent carried a strong feeling of segmentation. Like a Russian Doll, this was to be another holiday from the business of travelling.
I had flown out of the cold bustle and smog of Quito and e
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