The finished string of shell rings. When the pick-up time came, I was whisked away on the speedboat to the pick-up point. The day was clearing now, and we drifted among patches of bright blue ocean and dark coral between the islands with the company of a few other boats. After a long wait, the yellow boat finally lumbered into view from behind an island, and we joined the scrum of boats flocking towards the ship.
Rough notes: http://mandarinmanmarktravelnotes.blogspot.com/2011/06/2011-nz-to-sf-day-44_26.html
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