DAY 0: We left at night. Got sick 20 minutes into the sail and went straight to my bunk. The waves were not nice, I thought at some point that I would roll out of bed.
DAY 1: Thought I would be okay but was actually dizzy all the time. Ran out of class trice to vomit until I gave up and wanted to ask the teacher to be excused from class. Never managed to get upstairs again and I decided to just stop halfway and climb on my bunk and slept for 2 hours. My teacher was nice enough to understand and I didn’t get any strikes.
DAY 2: I SAW A JELLYFISH. (Not something to brag about, since I’m supposed to look at the hor
For the past month, I have been living, working and studying on a tall ship, sailing vessel called the Gulden Leeuw.
We started the semester in London, then sailed to Amsterdam and now I am in Vigo.
The very first sail from London lasted 2 days. It was the "worst" 2 days of my life. Ya you guessed it : sea sickness.
There's a popular funny saying about sea sickness. First, you feel sick. Then, you fear that you will die and finally, you fear that you WON'T die. I could not agree more. the first 4-5 hours of sailing was awesome. I was jumping around with (back then) my only friend. Suddenly, we started to feel weird so we sat on the aft de
Well great -.-"
I talked to my dad about it and he offered to be the one who delivers the message that from now on, all guest must have my direct permission in order to be guests and I don't know what exactly was said and how it was received but...
I heard some long mumbling rant of inner frustration about how my dad _________ (I couldn't distinguish actual words apart from that) and how we we're sick about her everything and her playing the piano (??? never said that as I really, really love that fact).
All this to say to right now, they're both at the front door (well in the house) and nobody everrrrr told me there was going to be a vis