I have always loved the ocean, the beach and water sports, but put me in a boat in gently rocking seas and I’m not happy. Ironically, the rougher the sea is, the better I feel. I recall many years ago being on a three day cruise in Fiji and being dreadfully seasick on the first night. I clearly remember when we stopped at a small island for a snorkel and picnic lunch the next day, dropping onto my towel on the sand and telling my husband to leave me there! I was not enjoying the cruise, in fact it was pure misery. Strangely though, when everyone else succumbed to feeling ill in choppier seas later on, I felt better; It’s the gentle, slow, rolling swell that gets me. I have suffered seasickness on various occasions, from being on a whale watching cruise in New Zealand, to being on a boat fishing, but by far the worst case was when my husband and I went on an old boat in Vietnam for a snorkelling expedition. By the time we reached our destination I was feeling deathly ill and gladly jumped into the ocean to snorkel, thinking the cool water would cure my affliction. How wrong I was; I bobbed in the water watching the waves undulate around me and my seasickness intensified. Everyone else happily swam off to look at fish whilst unbeknownst to anyone I heaved my innards into the water time and time again. Being seasick on a boat is one thing, but being sick in the water takes it to a whole new level!
I now always take preventative medication before my legs leave dry land and as a result am a much happier sailor…
“A sure cure for seasickness is to sit under a tree.”
“Seasickness: at first you are so sick you are afraid you will die, and then you are so sick you are afraid you won’t die.”