I stopped rowing for a moment to glug down some water, but it was warm, tasted of plastic, and failed to refresh. I year — Roz Savage, Stop Drifting, Start Rowing: One Woman's Search for Happiness and Meaning Alone on the Pacific

I stopped rowing for a moment to glug down some water, but it was warm, tasted of plastic, and failed to refresh. I year — Roz Savage, Stop Drifting, Start Rowing: One Woman's Search for Happiness and Meaning Alone on the Pacific

I stopped rowing for a moment to glug down some water, but it was warm, tasted of plastic, and failed to refresh. I year — Roz Savage, Stop Drifting, Start Rowing: One Woman's Search for Happiness and Meaning Alone on the Pacific

I stopped rowing for a moment to glug down some water, but it was warm, tasted of plastic, and failed to refresh. I year — Roz Savage, Stop Drifting, Start Rowing: One Woman's Search for Happiness and Meaning Alone on the Pacific

I stopped rowing for a moment to glug down some water, but it was warm, tasted of plastic, and failed to refresh. I year — Roz Savage, Stop Drifting, Start Rowing: One Woman's Search for Happiness and Meaning Alone on the Pacific

I stopped rowing for a moment to glug down some water, but it was warm, tasted of plastic, and failed to refresh. I yearned for an ice-cold drink—preferably one with bubbles and alcohol in it.

— Roz Savage, Stop Drifting, Start Rowing: One Woman's Search for Happiness and Meaning Alone on the Pacific

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