The Adventures Of Kincaid -

For six hours, Kincaid clung to the upturned hull, losing his food supply, his spare boots, and his journal. He was hypothermic, alone, and forty miles from the nearest trail.

As of last week, a postcard arrived from the port of Mombasa, Kenya. No return address. Just a smudged thumbprint and four words: The Adventures Of Kincaid

He translated the poem: “The fruit of the journey is not the palace, but the thirst you carry home.” For six hours, Kincaid clung to the upturned

— A chronicler of the Kincaid Expeditions. For six hours

The ceiling dropped by three feet.