The Typhoon - Blogabond

I wake up at around 6am on the saturday morning. this is not because I'm fully rested, but because the boat is literally falling out of the ocean. it is being shaken like a naughty child and it, in a nutshell, does not feel good. Jeez, that is an understatement. It is effing awful. I, myself, do not have the most iron of constitutions but my traveling companion, Mr Tony Iuculano is reknowned across continents for his ability to sustain even the roughest of conditions...and even he is struggling to stay alive. To describe it would be quite difficult but i can compare it to spending 24 hours inside a washing machine. not a smooth, relaxing washing machine but a nasty, rough, angry machine that wants to not only wash the clothes but actually physically kill the germs and dirt on the clothes. In this metaphor, Tony and I are the clothes.

By looking out of the window, i could see the ocean at the top, then a lurch and i couldnt see the ocean at all, then i could see it at the top of the window and then it was gone again. this continued for 31 wretched hours. not minutes, please note, but hours. a total of 1860 minutes or for the maths fans, 111600 seconds. Each one as sickly as the last...

I think it goes without saying that I am typing this after the typhoon has passed and the waters are now calm and friendly again. I can sum up how i feel about the calm situation in 2 words. thank crap!

written by

adamski752 on August 23, 2008 from Osaka, Japan

from the travel blog: Adam's Leisurely Return Home

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