Life at Sea

The first few days were pretty nauseating. The rocking of the ship left me pretty tired most of the day. It was really funny to walk down the hall behind somebody and watch them bounce off the walls like a pinball. I personally saw three girls barf in the first two days from sea sickness, and I’m sure there were plenty more. So far I’ve managed to keep the chunks down.

It’s pretty crazy to be in the middle of the ocean and not see land for days. Every morning, during class, meals, sunbathing, or any other time I look out, the only thing in every direction is water. Today we were 600 miles from the closest land, and the ocean was over three miles deep below us. That is some crazy stuff, who knows what is down there. The ocean is a really beautiful deep blue, and today it was so calm that it would be good for wakeboarding. The water was also 80 degrees; I was looking over the railing from the seventh deck just wishing I could jump off.

The time changes have to be the coolest thing about being at sea. Almost every night that we are at sea, we get to change our clocks back an hour. I can not even tell you how awesome it is to have 25 hour days. Every time the lady comes on the PA and tells us to “retard our clocks tonight” I get an ear to ear grin. We lost a day when crossing the International Date Line, and it happened to be one kids 21st birthday. We went to bed on a Wednesday and woke up on a Friday, and the poor kid’s birthday ceased to exist.