There is something about rough sea that I enjoy.

While you hitch, roll, pitch and get tossed around all of the time … the balancing act itself is very tiring, still there is something about rough sea that I enjoy.

As the ferry drew closer I leaped in the awaiting speed boat. I had an overnight of sailing and there were no bunks and only seats in the 40 passenger’s speed crew boat. At sea having to sleep sitting was no bright idea only if those who hired the boat could have thought the same.

On better days one passenger occupied four seats in a row to lie upon but today night there were more than thirty passengers onboard. Adding to the woes, cook complained the food to be scarce. “The management had not bothered for victuals either” carping is time pass activity at such times.

As a matter of chance the sea got rough that night. Most of the passengers moved out to catch some fresh air in the open deck. Fresh air, lime and vomit bags are precious at such times.

As most of the passengers skipped dinner the cook was pleased to serve me. “Chicken is good” I complimented devouring.

Delighted to find the seats in the cabin vacant I fetched two blankets. The air conditioning is made bit too effective (set to low temperature) to keep the stench (quite usual in sitting spaces) away. 

Following a lavish dinner having ample space for a good night sleep was more than I could have asked for more!

The morning was calm and beautiful. There is something about rough sea that I enjoy.