Never Again.

Allright. I will Never ever again work on a pearlboat. I will tell you why.
This time the work was worse. Way much worse. We were cleaning dead farm. Which means cleaning panels with lot's of seastars, shells (but not the one's we need) slimy stuff and turtle poop.
The itchyness was so bad. Bed bugs and musketo's look like nice pet's compared to it.
After chopping for two days (and everything splashes into your face) you could barely move your fingers and your wrest began to hurt.
Than the smell. There was some kind of disease going on and this smell made you allmost throw up. It was 'orrible. like my french collegue was would say. Naja she would actually say: "jaja LOVE IT!" And everybody would say that aswell. But... Ooh....
Yesterday we only had 13 hours of steaming to go. Back to Exmouth away from the dead farms of monti bello. The skipper warned us things might get a bit rough...

Well mom, Do you remember the octopusride on the "joustermerke" ? You remember that after 3 minutes in this attraction (that just keeps spinning around going up and down and all the fun stuff) you so badly wanted to get out? And the man saw you waving asking to stopp and he continued for another 7 minutes or so? The feeling you can't do anything to stop the feeling of sickness coming over you?
Well remember that and then imagine this for 18 hours. Yes.. that's correct. Because of the rough circumstances the trip back took us 18 hours instead of 13.

Allmost nobody could sleep in their cabins because it was to bouncy to sleep in (you got thrown off your bed from while to while) and to far from the toilets and the window. Nearly everybody slept, or at least tried to, on the stealen table's in the middle of the boat. There was fresh air because it was an open area but with a roof. There were also lot's of waves coming over and wetting the people to close by the open side.

Only two off the non-perminent crew didn't puke. Everybody was sick. There is no way to describe the state of sickenss we were in. And the horrible of the night. but when I say that people were truly considering wetting themselve or throwing up on them selve just because they didn't see anyway to get up to the toilet. That might say enough.

The best thing was the harbour. Just 5 minutes before we got in I threw up again. And then I thought I made it. We hugged in the harbour. And were filled with joy. We were supposed to do another two days of work. But nobody slept that night and the weather conditions wouldn't improve within two days so thank the skipper they were cancelled. I don't think he would have had any crew anyway if he didn't cancel it.

On shore I stayed sick. That was really not faire. After unloading the boat and work for another 3 hours. I went back to the hostel and straight into bed. A majure headache and still feeling seasick. Helen used to be anurse and she took care of me. She got me some strong painkillers things to bring salt and water back in my stumach because I was getting dehydrated after a night of puking and some seasickness tablets. She told me the pharmist said seasickness can stay for about 24 hours after you got to shore. GREAT. That was yesterday. Today I feel better and I actually think about getting some food. Getting hungry again. Which is a great sign.

Lot's of love Daphne

P.s. I think I never so badly wanted to be in my own bed (which doesn't move, isn't wet, and isn't made of steal) then yesterday night.
It really makes you appreciate things.

I promise my next story will be more joyfull because I'm off the boat!!!!!!!!!!!!