My Destination is Puerto Limón

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What to Do With a Drunken Sailor

Awakened with a jolt, my body crashed violently against the side of the cabin. Sea water flooded through the roof. My eyes sprung open and searched for our inebriated captain as his puppy nested in and ate my hair.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I spotted him across from me,
rolling a joint.

No one was sailing the ship.

We were twelve hours into our fifty-hour crossing to Colombia and I
was more nauseous than I had ever been in my life.

It was hard to believe that less than one day ago I was lazing on
powder white sand, snorkeling in clear turquoise water, and eating
fresh lobster prepared by the Kuna Yala Indians on the San Blas
Islands. Now, officially stuck in the middle of the ocean, existing in a near
meditative state, I was doing my best to not jump overboard.

With no shower available onboard, my last rinse involved a squeeze of coconut oil and some saltwater off the shore of San Blas. Our lack of refrigeration left us drinking warm mud flavored water and eating out of cans. The sweat filled cabin was uninhabitable during the day and ripened our fruit at an alarming rate. One night, rotting cucumbers began dripping on me from the mesh food storage that hung over my bed.

Captain Jack Bastian, as we called him, did his best to stay
conscious. Adrian and Carlos, the two men on board, pulled all nighters and quickly learned how to sail on autopilot.

By the second day I lay comatose on the deck for nearly sixteen hours
without relieving myself nor ingesting anything that might require me
to do so. I did, however, occasionally belt lyrics to Mariah Carey and
Reggaeton songs with my fellow passengers. I finally retreated to the
dizzying cabin long after darkness overtook the sky and cold salty
waves crashed onto me from the side of the boat.

The next day, when the skyscrapers creating the Cartagena skyline
appeared in the distance, my body suddenly flooded with an unfamiliar
feeling. Energy. A sensation I had long forgotten. I had survived. We
had survived.

Back on land I walked the dock in an exaggerated zig zag to the nearby
fruit vendor and devoured an entire papaya in minutes. Looking back at
the rickety little boat I remembered a favorite quote of mine and smiled:

"The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible,
but they have never found this sufficient reason for remaining
ashore." - Vincent Van Gogh
Sailing Through San Blas Stranded on a Deserted Island Rainbow on San Blas
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Camille Willemain

Camille Willemain

Currently located in:
Puerto Limón, Costa Rica.
Twitter: @thisAmericaGirl
About me in 140 characters or less

"I feel most alive when I'm exploring, can navigate basically any social situation, and love food more than anyone I know."

A bit more about Camille:

"I draw the line at eating... Nothing, I'll try anything once"

"My most essential travel phrase is... Are you local?"

"My most memorable souvenir is... An antique handmade Moroccan rug I bought in Fez. After haggling for an hour I negotiated the price down by ninety percent! The catch was, I had to carry it with me on a twelve-hour train ride to Marrakech and ship my massive bundle across the world. "

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