Dadnamics
Jul 17, 2018
3 minutes
Zuzana Prochazka
I’m pretty well used to the reactions I get when I arrive somewhere to captain a charter or flotilla. The base manager usually stretches his hand out to the nearest graybeard and says, “Hello, you must be the captain.” When all eyes turn to me, there’s always surprise, sometimes disbelief and occasionally a chuckle.
Misogyny aside, however, whenever I meet a group that expects me as a captain, not a family member, to be
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