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The "Drake" |
The two and a half day passage was bad, but not terrible. Seems that those that said “I never get seasick so I don’t need the medicine” spent most of the passage vertical in their cabin (save for the occasional sprint to Neptune’s spittoon). Some were really in bad shape, requiring cabin-calls and hypodermic needles, but most were just riding it out in their bunks. Meal time was lightly attended, as were the lectures in the panorama lounge. Those that were up and about usually had patches or otherwise medicated appropriately before departure. An ounce of prevention in this case was worth three tons of cure.
The staff mentioned that rather than the common gentle and predictable “rolling” through the swells, we were actually “corkscrewing” – meaning rolling and pitching. It was this motion that was making everyone (including a few of the staff) sick. Thankfully, we weren’t sick at all, and in fact quite enjoyed the rocking and rolling. It was like living in the circus funhouse for two days.
Fortunately, the ride home was much smoother – with a nice predictable roll, which made for a very congenial atmosphere in the lounge/bar after dinner. It also made for some very comfortable slumber. |
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