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28 February 2009, by Eerik Wissenz
I wake up. The air is still.
It is that odd morning hiatus where the wind shifts the night of the sea and the land breeze of the day. It is that uncomfortable time when the warming air from the sun’s rise mixes with the intense humidity of the Caribbean Sea. Without wind the dense air builds and thickens upon the surface. To add weight to my murky mind, I have been sleeping in a standard Canadian military issue bivouac bag—an tough air tight bag just large enough for a person to sleep (...)
