Being A Tourist - Day 11

Oh my god I hurt in the way only goon makes you hurt which wasn't going to help the fact I get ill at sea anyway. It was the kind of hurt that only copious amounts of tea, bacon, eggs and lying on the floor moaning can fix but no, I had to get on Odyssey H2O which would take us out to the Great Barrier Reef for a day of snorkeling and an intro scuba dive. During the 45 minute ride out to the Mackay Reef I emptied the sparse contents of my stomach into the ocean along with several other people. It was a little bit choppy which made things worse so I took up residence at the back of the boat where I alternated between retching over the side and lying in the corner feeling very sorry for myself. Once we'd moored at the reef it didn't go away, the only relief was getting in the water for a snorkel which was pretty fucking awesome, not a bad way to relieve nausea.

Dad Going For His Try Dive

In The Water

The reef is awesome beyond words, its just a shame they didn't let me do an intro dive because I was so ill. Something about being dehydrated and losing too many nutrients or something, I wouldn't mind but I probably didn't have any nutrients to begin with, I've been functioning perfectly well without nutrients for the last 17 months thank you very much. Ah well, I'd go out again when I hadn't consumed the majority of the contents of a goon bag.

Heading Back To Land. Sweet Joy Of Joys.

By the time we got back to the mainland I just wanted the world to stop moving, I fully understood the concept of falling to your knees and gathering handfuls of sand and kissing it, overjoyed at finally reaching shore. I resisted in favour of going home for a nice sleep.

Fuck I must be getting old.

written by

Koala Bear on October 15, 2007 from Cape Tribulation, Australia

from the travel blog: Sod Off Great Big Mission Round Oz

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