re: #95 MsJ

I was in Hawaii and went on a deep sea fishing trip where I spent six hours puking. First over the side but the captain thought I was going to fall out so he gave me a bucket. Diesel and waves in the open ocean makes for a shitty tour.

There was a guy on the tour who was the same as me (sick for hours) but when we got back in the harbor he jumped up on the bow holding something akin to a mast and was like all Joe Sailor. I kept thinking, dude, you, like me, spent the last several hours ralphing like nobody’s business.

No more ocean Waters for me. Nope. No siree.

I was perfectly fine, till we passed the Point Bonita Lighthouse, which defines the end of the Bay and the beginning of The Pacific. Then the collar on my sweater seemed just a little tight. Next my jacket seemed just a bit too warm. 10 minutes later, I’m puking my guts up.

On the way back in, as soon as we passed the Point Bonita Lighthouse, I started feeling better. Within just a few minutes, I was standing on the highest deck where the motion is the greatest, feeling absolutely fine.