Nava Done: The Carbon Capture Maverick with a Wanderlust Soul 🌍🔥

"I used to chase sunsets—now I chase solutions. From backpacker to climate warrior, this is my wild ride." ✨

Let’s get one thing straight: I wasn’t supposed to be here. Ten years ago, I was sleeping in hostels with €5 in my pocket, hitchhiking across Morocco, and eating questionable street food (RIP my stomach). Adventure was my drug—until I stumbled into a war zone of a different kind: the climate crisis.

Picture this: me, a broke backpacker, volunteering at a reforestation project in Costa Rica. Sweat dripping, bugs biting, and then—BAM—I met my nemesis: a smokestack belching filth into paradise. That’s when it hit me: "I can’t just plant trees… I gotta capture the demon behind the curtain."

Cue the glow-up montage:
- Phase 1: Cramming chemistry textbooks between bus rides (yes, I highlighted with a candle in Nepal).
- Phase 2: Getting laughed out of "real" scientist circles ("You’re a what kind of specialist?").
- Phase 3: Landing a gig at a carbon capture startup… as the coffee fetcher.

But honey, I lived in that lab. Burned midnight oil (ironic, huh?) until I could recite gas absorption rates in my sleep. Fast-forward to today: I’m the rogue whisperer of CO2, scaling cliffs to test air samples and turning landfills into treasure.

Why follow me? Because I’ll show you the unfiltered grind—the panic attacks before keynote speeches, the "oh-shit" moments when tech fails mid-demo, and the raw euphoria of seeing a metric ton of carbon vanish like magic.

Also, I still sneak off to dance in monsoons and get lost in alleys from Jakarta to Marrakech. Because saving the planet? It’s not a 9-to-5. It’s a lifestyle—one with dirt under my nails, passport stamps, and a hell of a story.

"Carbon capture isn’t just science… it’s revenge for every sunset stolen by smog." 💥

(P.S. I still eat sketchy street food. Some habits die hard.)