We had both come a long way to make this rendezvous on a tiny Caribbean beach. My
journey spanned thousands of kilometres from an icy Calgary airport,
through falling latitudes and rising temperatures until, finally, I sat
on a banged-up, rented surfboard bobbing in the clear, warm waters off
Jamaica's east coast. The approaching wave had travelled just as
far, starting as a ripple off the west coast of Africa and building
across the North Atlantic before pushing through the West Indies and
into the Caribbean Sea.
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