Naughty Stopover: The Guy with the Corkscrew Pig Cock in Guadeloupe
The Air France bird slammed onto Pointe-à-Pitre’s runway. Turbulence over mangrove had my stomach flipping. Eight hours sardined in, no smokes, shit food, no skin flicks. I yanked my carry-on, roller suitcase rattling behind. Tybi trailed with the big bags, zippers straining. Humid air hit like a slap exiting the jet bridge. AC hummed cold […]