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Ah a Nice Relaxing Cruise...

Not So Much

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I stayed in bed for quite some time. I didn’t care one bit about check out time. I’d pay for another day for a few more hours if I had too. I eventually willed myself to get up and get dressed. I stopped by the front desk. They understood about check and were not going to enforce the check out time in my situation. I went to the farmacia a few blocks away to fill the prescription and get some Gatorade and granola bars for some nourishment. I also had to head to the offices of Cruceros Australis, the line of the cruise I was taking from Ushuaia, Argentina to Punta Arenas, Chile, to check in. I was to board the cruise in the evening.

After checking in I stopped to get lunch, not because I was hungry but because I was forcing myself to ingest calories and nutrients to avoid the whole starvation thing. I ordered pasta, ate a few bites and couldn’t stomach anymore.

I then went back to the store where I’d bought the day pack, the day before. I showed them the broken zipper and they said they could fix it no problem. Problem was it would take them two days, and I was leaving that day. I really loved the pack and they didn’t have any more in stock. I decided to keep it as it was. The zipper broke at the very bottom, and there were two zipper pulls. I’d just leave the one pull over the break, and the other pull was still capable of closing and opening the zipper.

Back at the hostel I packed and checked out. I took a taxi to the cruise ship, if I’d been healthy I could have easily walked. I boarded and was taken to my room, which was far nicer than the accommodations I’d grown accustomed to. Well this will be a nice place to recover, a comfortable private room. Oh how wrong I was to be. I looked over the packet that was waiting for me in my room. Every day was fully scheduled out. You do this activity at this time, you eat at this time. Oh right this is why I’m not really into cruising in general.
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I took a shower, hoping to wash away the crap-tacular feeling I had, or at least make myself presentable to my fellow passengers. I then went out for the mandatory safety briefing, correction to the wrong manadatory safety briefing. I went to the one just outside my door that was already in progress on the 3rd deck Yamana Lounge. That was the French briefing. I was supposed to be in the 4th deck Sky Lounge, for the English briefing. I didn’t realize it until the end of the briefing. Of course I realized they were speaking French and not English, but I thought they were going to do the briefing over again in English after the French one. Oh well hopefully we don’t hit any icebergs. It’s not like there are icebergs in glacial fjords right? I wonder who’ll play me in James Cameron’s movie about the maritime disaster?

Afterwards dinner was served in the ships dining room. I met my table mates but I was very out of it and I don’t remember any of their names. I struggled to be polite and make conversation lacking energy. I picked at my food still not hungry, even though I knew I needed to eat. The food was well prepared and presented and the little bit I tasted was delicious. I excused myself halfway through dinner and went to rest.

I woke in the middle of the night to the loud sound of metal banging on metal. The ship was rising and falling quite dramatically and the door of the in room safe which I wasn’t using was swinging back and forth and slamming against the safe. I jumped out of bed to close it, struggling in the dark rocking madness. I laid back down in the bed. As soon as my back hit the sheets I felt the tension building in my stomach. Ug, no more! I grabbed the trash can and said goodbye to small amount of dinner I’d managed to swallow earlier. Fine I’ll just dip into my fat reserves… aww man insufficient funds!

We were currently plowing through Drake’s Passage, one of the roughest seas in the world. Being from Annapolis, Maryland a self proclaimed sailing capital of the world (one of many) and having been on boats since I was a baby I didn’t think I’d have an issue with sea sickness on a large cruise ship (though much smaller than the average cruise ship, I think it only had room for around 120 passengers). I didn’t anticipate the roughness of the sea though, and now I was paying for it.

Posted by RyRyGoByBy 18:06 Archived in Argentina Tagged cruises

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