Dashed

I had this secret plan to quit my job in a few years and go sailing around the world. Thought the techniques (and pills) I had learned, not to mention the sea legs I had gained would beat my old sea-sickness problems.

But a solid night of squalls and four metre broken seas finished me off. Can't keep anything down and will probably need to fly home when we get to port. Damn it! Up until I started puking I was loving the trip. Learning about setting sails and seeing the slow march of the waves past the hull. No reference to progress but the log and no real hurry to get there.

Lost 5kg in 24 hours.