Final day on the ship. Tomorrow I’m headed back to land by chopper, and then a private plane back to KL. Yesterday the weather was pretty bad I wanted to throw up, but the say that throwing up is like unplugging a pipe – you do it once and it’ll keep streaming out of ya, so I held it back. But in all optimism, I’m going back to land tomorrow yay! I can literally picture myself already, running around kissing the ground, probably hugging a tree or two. Here’s a bit of a summary of the whole 3-week cruise adventure.
Days: 20 days
Travelling: Plane, chase boat, chopper
Number of cute guys noted: 2, one Filipino, another British
Number of karaoke sessions: Definitely once every two days
Number of movies seen: I stopped counting after the 20th movie
The best part of the whole trip has got to be watching the sunset everyday at the sundeck. I’m telling you, if you’re in that place where life has gotten a little bit too overwhelming, prescribe yourself sunsets everyday for 3 weeks in the middle of the sea, and by the end of it you’ll feel a lot better about yourself. The picture shows me and the last sunset I watched today at the sundeck. You don’t have to do anything exactly, just get comfortable, sit quietly by yourself and watch the sun silently disappearing behind the clouds. In a strange way it kind of calms you down and makes everything a lot more…sensible, I guess.
Anyway I weighed myself yesterday and I have successfully gained extra 3 kilos. Gosh, talk about eating yourself to death. When I get back I think I might go on a detox diet (yeah, yeah, I say that all the time, but really, when have I actually even done it?) I can literally feel my ass expanding. Suddenly the Biggest Loser doesn’t sound like such a bad idea…
Week 1 on the Geowave Commander Vessel. Two days ago we were transported to the mothership from the smaller boat via a small jet ski-type boat. The small jet ski thing (otherwise called an FTB) looked like one of those orange rescue boats you see in National Geographic. You know, with a driver who looks like one of them Battleship Galactica characters with two other men standing on each side of him while holding on to iron bars, all very macho. We rode the FTB across the deep black ocean, and it was raining really hard with lighting everywhere, crazy waves and the heavy fog made me feel like I was in a Godzilla movie. The FTB was literally flying above the menacing waves, and everytime the FTB goes up I could feel my butt getting off the seat. ‘Banana boats are nothing close to this’, I remember thinking to myself. Here’s a picture of my friend on the FTB after I was safely transported and it was his turn.
I know he’s like smiling all over, but actually he wanted to shit his pants. I think we all felt the same way.