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Alex moored the Fair Lady at the wharf at Vilanculos and Jane grabbed the day pack that mostly contained other women’s clothes. She had showered in the spotless chrome and tile bathroom below decks in the luxurious San Lorenzo cruiser and changed into a khaki skirt and a lemon-yellow v-neck top. There had even been a hair dryer on board.
She rejoined him on the bridge and he led her down the gangway. His only luggage was a green canvas military kitbag.
Jane thought about running off and finding a bus to take her away, but she had never been a backpacker and didn’t have a clue where she might find transport in Vilanculos. She was a good driver, but she was unsure about the wisdom of hiring a car and driving more than a thousand kilometres on her own, on what Alex had described as ‘ade
