PETER RAMBACHAN, Illustrator

PETER RAMBACHAN

Illustrator

I once worked in the travel business. On one of my free trips to Cozumel, I rented a motorcycle, got lost (on purpose) and discovered undiscovered small pyramids and houses. On the same trip I had to look out for iguanas dashing across the beach roads like squirrels. We flew in a old plane from Cancun to Cozumel. I sat in the last row with everybody’s luggage behind my head. The engines were spitting out fire and the plane shook like my washing machine with four towels in it. It was the only flight I’ve ever fallen asleep in.