The thing about a voyage like this is that time can really get away from you. For instance, I currently have no idea what the date is, let alone what day of the week. I woke up this morning and spent a lazy morning working from the "home office" (read: bed) and didn't realize that I'd failed to set my clock back by an hour until the noon announcements startled me by blaring into my quiet sanctuary at eleven o'clock. See what I mean?
Now that we're on the same page, I can talk about the current state of affairs on this bizarre floating campus. The seas have been really rough the past few days. I'm talking up and down, round and round, rat in a rattled cage rough. The kind of rough that makes your eyeballs ache and the food in your belly rhythmically revolt in time with the waves. Now, mostly, I perversely enjoy this kind of motion -- keeps things interesting, and yes I am one of those people that rides roller coasters without the need for a dare. At first, I smiled and giggled, safe in the knowledge that I am generally immune to seasickness. Now, my smile has faded, my brow wrinkeled, and I am tired of grabbing railings and being puched to and fro by forces outside of my control. My general immunity to seasickness is over and the headache and mild vertigo is enough to make me scream. Is this me getting old, or this voyage getting old, or both?
I would end this post with my excited feelings to be headed to Cape Town, but even that is checked by the fact that I drew the short straw on the port duty calendar and have to spend the first 2 nights in port on call overnight to deal with any problems that should arise (read: drunk students). So what I am really living toward and looking forward to is the 3 day of my time in Cape Town. Until then... hello rough waters.
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