I emerged soaking wet, exhausted, exhilarated. “This is the my greatest travel day.” The morning prelude had taken me to WWII sites of Guadalcanal, Solomon Islands, with a snorkeling stop at the wreck of Japanese freighter Bonegi II. I was brought to a village and handed to a machete-wielding local clansman who would take me... read the rest The post The Thin Red Line appeared first on Rapid Travel Chai. Continue reading...
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