I woke up in a room that moved in every direction. I was alone in the room so I managed to get out of my bed without showing my underwear for 10 burly seconds. The
I woke up in a room that moved in every direction. I was alone in the room so I managed to get out of my bed without showing my underwear for 10 burly seconds. The whole boat was moving, back and forth. Way worse than on the boat to Europe, or the boat to Antarctica. Simply because our boat is so small, of course.
I got up the stairs and met most of the guests. They were sleeping, or sitting and staring at the horizon. The boat went down 30 degrees, then down 30 in the other direction, and so on. You couldn’t even move. I wanted one of my seasick pills (I’m sober in February anyway) but I didn’t want to move, at all. But the generous doctor on board (Mr. Dutch) gave me one of his whizzpills, so with Dutch drugs inside, I tried to challenge the sea. While sewing my Yang2020 hat so that it’d sit tight around my head in the wind.
Suddenly, one of the Dutch puked. Followed by a Swiss. 1-1. Then later another Dutch, 2-1. Followed by another Swiss, 2-2. I thought that if I puked, Sweden would get 3 points directly, as I was the only Swede, and if Korea/England would puke, they’d give 2/1 resp. 1/2 points to Korea and England. But none of us puked. 2-2 became the final result. I guess the Swiss got very proud by playing even against the Netherlands. Even if it was just puking.
Sorry, I have no pictures from today. (The one above is stolen from the Internet.) We slept, ate a tiny bit, stared, puked, went to bed.