It’s the final day of the cruise, and it’s a sea day. As we chug along the coast of Washington and Oregon, the nausea returns I’ve made my way up to the top deck. If I’m gonna feel icky anyway, I might as well go upstairs and stare blankly at the ocean instead of the wall of my cabin ( Read more... )

So far, I’ve not had terribly good fortune on sea days. On the way up to Alaska, we went through a storm and I was sick the entire time. On the way back down to San Francisco ( Read more... )

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In which we get off the freakin’ boat and have an adventure


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Finally, we do something interesting ( Read more... )

See yesterday.

Actually, today wasn’t quite so bad. I still felt pretty seasick all morning, but the seas had calmed considerably by midday, so I was slowly beginning to feel human again. I ate something (a cookie). I showered. I watched The Hunger Games and Rise of the Guardians, both movies for the first time. (I quite liked Hunger Games, ( Read more... )

Y’know what? F*ck cruising. It’s the worst idea ever ( Read more... )

Today my mother and I set sail from the port of San Francisco on the Grand Princess. First, we had to go through several checkpoints as the cruise staff issued key cards, checked ID about twenty times, and made sure that we weren’t smuggling in excessive bottles of liquor. (Bringing booze hadn’t even occurred to me, but the first thing Mom did when ( Read more... )