On crossing the imaginary line drawn from Punta Mala to Azuera the ships from Europe bound to Sulaco lose at once the strong breezes of the ocean. They become the prey of capricious airs that play with them for thirty hours at a stretch sometimes. Before them the head of the calm gulf is filled on most days of the year by a great body of motionless and opaque clouds. On the rare clear mornings another shadow is cast upon the sweep of the gulf.
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An entrepreneur with experience in financial market for over 25 years. Left corporate life to launch a start-up company, Yogacation India, to promote yoga and wellness. Working to make a social platform to bring those persons who are passionate about travelling. Connect those person with rest of the world through their experiences expressed through blogs and v-blogs. View more posts