(It turns out it's the Beagle Canal)
Can anyone tell me where I am? I'm a bit confused. On the one hand, there's Argentina. On the other, there's Chile. And there doesn't seem to be much middle ground between the two. On the other other hand, there may be a bit of middle water. And I'm in it. But I seem to have forgotten the name of the place. It's a canal, I'm pretty sure.
Today I've achieved maximum wooziness throughout the ship. I may be content to wooze in my cabin later, but in my moment of triumphant woozing, I've decided to relax and keep sniffling time with a live jazz band. It's all 4/4, so I even have a decent chance of not blowing it. Literally. (You may blame my current state of punning on the illness.)
I am attending to my health though. I've had plenty of limes (in the form of a Mojito) to make certain that I don't get scurvy on top of anything else I've gotten; and I've had banannas too! (Okay, technically I've had a "dirty bannana", but it did come with vitamins and plenty of cleansing and restorative liquors. They're sterile, for sure.)
Putting the wooze and the booze aside, I really do think that by tomorrow I'll be in better health. Tonight we get to read through the immigration paperwork which will be given to the Chilean authorities, and make sure it's completed correctly. An earlier attempt this morning made it very clear that this was only paperwork to fill out when not exhausted, scatterbrained, or otherwise unable to focus. There was a section that said that we must declare if we brought any of the following items into the country. One of the items listed simply read, "Any reproductive materials, including semen." It took me a couple of very shocked and confused seconds to figure out that this fell under the broader category of animal and farm related materials. So, no, human reproductive materials don't count. Although, technically, they do say that any items brought into the country are only allowed if they're for personal use or a gift. So don't expect to go selling any of your reproductive fluids in Chile. That's right out.
Today I've achieved maximum wooziness throughout the ship. I may be content to wooze in my cabin later, but in my moment of triumphant woozing, I've decided to relax and keep sniffling time with a live jazz band. It's all 4/4, so I even have a decent chance of not blowing it. Literally. (You may blame my current state of punning on the illness.)
I am attending to my health though. I've had plenty of limes (in the form of a Mojito) to make certain that I don't get scurvy on top of anything else I've gotten; and I've had banannas too! (Okay, technically I've had a "dirty bannana", but it did come with vitamins and plenty of cleansing and restorative liquors. They're sterile, for sure.)
Putting the wooze and the booze aside, I really do think that by tomorrow I'll be in better health. Tonight we get to read through the immigration paperwork which will be given to the Chilean authorities, and make sure it's completed correctly. An earlier attempt this morning made it very clear that this was only paperwork to fill out when not exhausted, scatterbrained, or otherwise unable to focus. There was a section that said that we must declare if we brought any of the following items into the country. One of the items listed simply read, "Any reproductive materials, including semen." It took me a couple of very shocked and confused seconds to figure out that this fell under the broader category of animal and farm related materials. So, no, human reproductive materials don't count. Although, technically, they do say that any items brought into the country are only allowed if they're for personal use or a gift. So don't expect to go selling any of your reproductive fluids in Chile. That's right out.