Merging with Amelia
I looked out of the small plane as it veered to the right, tilting towards a clearer view of the northern coast of Africa. We were flying so low that I was able to enjoy the contrast of the solid green density of coastline trees with the blue-green sparkle of the Atlantic Ocean. I was aware of a small out-of-the-way supply station used for refueling, housed in an old wooden shack.







