Today was like being drowned in liquid misery. Upon leaving the relative shelter of Auckland we slammed both feet first into some ‘fresh’ weather., i.e. bad weather. Bad.
I forgot just how miserable it is to be thrown around what is called a ‘bunk’, but is actually more of a shelf, relentlessly for hours and hours. Needless to say the only signs of life on the vessel were distant calls of colleagues retching in the nearest receptacle.
I no longer try to fight the old seasickness, I think it is pointless, like trying to drown a bull shark, all it does is annoy the bull shark. So there you go, 24 hours of sweating it out on my shelf desperately trying not to be sick on myself.
This might be a good point to mention that on this little boat of ours there are four guys in the cabin, a small cabin with two double bunks. Oh, and yes, the air conditioning doesn’t work. This is worrying for many reasons. Mainly the temperature where we’re going. When organising this trip I was too concerned about launching the research assault on the trench in time to be clear of it when the cyclones hit, I didn’t quite appreciate that where we’re going the temperatures are likely to reach 30 degrees. The cabin. The temperature. 4 guys in the cabin at 30 degrees. Looking forward to that.
Alan – 6th November