Thick, tropical humidity feels lighter in this strong breeze. As we stand beside the gangplank, preparing to officially board E/V Nautilus, I look around the port of Pago Pago. Massive forklifts and 18-wheeler trucks pose a stark contrast to the verdant backdrop. Beyond the rows of shipping containers, we can see lush, steep mountains, rising directly from the harbor into the misty sky.
Even though we’re in a far flung corner of the South Pacific, I smile at the familiarity of this place — I’ve been here before.
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