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I was easing into cheap, having just come from a comfortable life in downtown Toronto. She got the sailing/taking-local boats-instead-of-flying notion into my head, the eating local food instead of pizza and burgers one and countless more from sleeping rough, to 80-hour bus rides, to learning immensities of patience, to tolerating people you’d prefer to kill, to learning the local language everywhere you go. She’d done it all herself and had learned how to make her money last, and how to make the travel and the destination the real experience (long before that became a cliche). And she was pervy. I had to respect her.
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