The Old Man and the Seasickness
He had tried every remedy in Pilar’s extensive travel first-aid kit. First came the motion sickness pills, which promised zero drowsiness but immediately left Braulio feeling like a tranquillised sloth. Then came the wristbands, which pressed small plastic beads into his pressure points so hard his hands turned an alarming shade of purple. Finally, Pilar had stuck a small scopolamine…
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