There is a dark cloud on the horizon. I quickly hone in on it, becoming engulfed in the billowing dust. Eventually I can just make out a camper van with British plates in the distance. Emerging from the dust I pull along side the front doors of the van. The driver stops the vehicle and winds the window down “You must be that crazy kiwi we heard about in Vladivostok!”
I raised my eyebrows and replied, “I guess I am, who have you been talking too?”
“We met Geoff and Allen from Poor Circulation, they told us all about you. We are Phi and Dorothy- the wrinkles on the run”
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