We won’t end up as fish food but bird shit. It was waiting for the sun to finish us off. There was a sudden break in the sun’s relentless radiance, which prompted me to again peel my encrusted eyelids from each other.Ī bird was circling us in wide berths, its intimidating wingspan casting a shadow. Save us! My mind screamed, yet I could barely twitch a muscle. I resisted the temptation and lay stoically on the hard deck, on scorching planks that broiled me from below.Ībove us were the vapor trails of airliners en route from Rio de Janeiro to Miami. If I drank seawater, I’d end up pissing out more than I consumed to rid my corpse of the excess salt. This was one of the most painful ways to go, especially with so much water around us. I felt the piercing sun drying the water right out of my skin as if life was being slowly peeled from my helpless body. Was the only unforgivable sin stupidity, or hubris? Three men were about to die of thirst, and it was my fault. Escaping the Amazon: A South African Breaks Out of the French Legion, Cheats Death, and Finds PeaceĪUTHORS: Alex de Bruyn, Jaime Salazar, Keryn BarnesĬaught in the notorious doldrums, we floated helplessly in the Atlantic-the Blue Amazon-near the equator, and it had been a week since we had had a mere puff of wind fill the raggedy sails of our damaged and leaking boat.
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