My — Wife And I -shipwrecked On A Desert Island -... [new]
This is the story of how my wife and I—two city dwellers whose biggest shared survival skill had been parallel parking in Manhattan—ended up shipwrecked on a desert island. It is a story about starvation, ingenuity, madness, and the astonishing fact that love, when stripped of all civilization, becomes a survival tool sharper than any knife.
Finding water became our daily religion. Following the logic of the island’s topography, we hiked inland until we found a shallow basin where rainwater pooled, filtered naturally through the island’s limestone. The first drink was murky and tasted of earth, but to us, it was finer than the finest vintage wine. My Wife and I -Shipwrecked on a Desert Island -...
Even "trash" on a beach (plastic bottles, rope, glass) is a treasure. This is the story of how my wife
Should we add more about how they managed their resources, or jump ahead to the rescue scene ? Following the logic of the island’s topography, we
