Sea Voyage

The crossing from Crete to Rhodes was not pleasant. We encountered huge swells, and the ship pitched and tossed like a cork in a bathtub occupied by a two-year-old-in-a-tantrum. Dear god. We had a choice of areas to sit, of course...up on deck, or find a spot somewhere below deck that was not poisonous with cig smoke. We opted for the deck for most of the 10+ hour voyage, but as the sun was setting, the horrible deisel fumes began to overwhelm us...whoever designed the ship had drastically undersized the stacks, and we suffered wicked headaches as a result. Jer forayed about the ship, and I lay prone, in a stupor bred by the conditions. Jer returned, after having found a nonsmoking lounge. We went below. The ship was slamming down so hard into waves that the frame was shuddering. As soon as I was below, seasickness gripped me. I fell into my lounger and fought to keep my stomach from rebelling. Slowly, after closing my eyes, I was able to calm it, and imagined that I was in a lovely summer glade, far from the toss of the sea. It worked, and I was able to sleep. At last, we docked in Rodos, at 1:30 am 3 hours late! I am not looking forward to another crossing...as I slept in the pension later that night, I still felt as though I was aboard the ship, and my head was swimming and achy!