October 2010
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The meeting
My cousin and I made a pact when we were 10 years old.
This pact was made while devouring crisps, sandwiched between two slices of bread smothered in tomato sauce, on the golden sands of Wainui beach. Upon graduation we would travel the Pacific together for a six month duration.
Eight years later, in the summer of 2007, I sat down at my computer and booked my ticket. It was happening.
The...