End of the World is Nigh....

The only view I had today...
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Oh. My. God.

This is awful.

I want my mum.

What am I doing here?

A day of lectures and nature-watching was on the agenda, to while away the time crossing the Drake Passage.  For those who emerged from their cabins it was, no doubt, utterly fascinating.  I have no idea. I was curled up in bed, rolling from side to side according to which way the ship lurched, waiting to die. Wanting to die.  I was feeling truly madly deeply ill.  I haven't felt this seasick since the Townsend Thoresen ferry from Felixstowe to Zeebrugge when I was 6.  Actually no, I dont think I felt this seasick even then.

Let's not beat about the bush here. If you are going to do this trip, you are likely to feel very very ill.  And this is no fairground ride that you can get off. It's not the Felixstowe to Zeebrugge ferry either.  It takes 2 days to cross the Drake Passage, and you're stuck there.

Forget Kwells.  They weren't designed to help on the high seas of the Drake Passage.

But don't let me put you off.  Read on.  It gets better, honest.

Every now and then, the cabin intercom system would announce what lecture I was about to miss.  A couple of times a well-meaning fellow passenger would phone to see if I was still alive.  Sadly, I was.  The housekeeper appeared in the evening, bearing a tray of tea and toast, and urging me to try and eat.  I eat the toast.  I was saved having to try to eat the soup by the fact that most of it slopped onto the tray as the ship pitched around.

I lay back down and waited for oblivion.