FLYING A GC32
Mar 06, 2020
2 minutes
For a brief moment we’re flying – silent, weightless, serene. Then it all comes crashing back down again. The boat leans slightly down to windward and the razor-sharp bow drops, carving a deep furrow in the warm water. Instantly, I’m soaked again – dripping. It’s got all the heat of the Persian Gulf
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