Why I Want Kristine Tompkins as a Personal Mentor

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I vomited for the second time in my conscious memory while crossing the Drake Passage. What a time to find out you get seasick, eh?

Composing myself, I wobbled back to the dining room to find my family calmly tucking into a fish dinner as we rolled and bobbed over seething waves. It was all I could do to grab a roll of bread and hold my head high as I leaned into the wall and…