19th February 2018
Good morning, opossums! Breakfast will be served in five minutes. Greg’s voice fills in our cabins with love and brings us back to life on board.
– Wait a minute, this is moving. It is moving a lot. Clinging to the railing of my bed I try to decide what my next and intrepid movement will be. I do not know if it’s been the doctor’s pills, or ship rocking, but I’ve slept almost twelve hours and I do not feel the face. I’ll wait a bit to see if it gets better. It doesn’t. I embolden myself and I decide to go downstairs. The walls keep bumping into me. I have breakfast with Alice. We barely talk. It’s okay, we’re getting used to the boat and it’s 8 in the morning. There will be time. I follow the doctor instructions and I take the second pill. I crawl back to my cabin, I jump into bed and when I realize it’s already lunch time.
-Oh dear, half a day its gone already and I have only slept and eaten. Let’s at least have a shower.
Which seemed a fairly easy task becomes quite an endeavor. Once I get in the shower I am certain that my psychomotricity has abandoned me. The sea keeps beating me, and soon I decide I give up trying not to get my hair wet. After hitting the wall several times I develop a new strategy: Back and ass squeezed in the corner, legs making a 45º angle butting against the edge of the shower and the wall. Now my hands are released from the duty of keeping me alive, but I should not rush. I must wait until the boat is climbing up the wave to lather up, then when it surfs down the waves it is time to hold the handlers tight. I stay in the shower longer than I expected. I pretty clean, I’m so clean that I do not plan to shower again until we leave the Drake.
I spent the rest of the afternoon writing my diary with the girls. Uxua boasts her minimalist diary. Alex and I struggle to compensate our distracted art skills with enthusiasm. Meanwhile Alicia and Adriana combine gracefully their laugh with pencil colors.