Nonfiction | February 11, 2020

“How old are you?” local guides and drivers asked as I caned up and down hills and wobbled through woodlands. When I answered—seventy-two—they said, “That’s very old in Vanuatu,” or “You must be very strong.” I wasn’t feeling strong. In airports, adults and children would stop and ask, “Sir, are you all right?”

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