I have just had 4 days in beautiful Cairns. I was there to attend a dear friend’s 50th birthday. Flew up on Friday (long day of airports and planes) and shopped and partied Saturday night and Sunday. On Monday we were all headed up to the Great Barrier Reef for snorkelling and scuba diving. Sweet. I’ve never been to Queensland before, and was loving every minute of it. We got aboard the boat at about 7.00am yesterday morning, and the sea was like glass all the way to the reef. We snorkelled and had a nice time looking at the fish.
We went back onto the boat where it was anchored and that’s when the trouble started. The wind kicked up and the boat proceeded to go up and down. Very fast. I thought “I feel okay, I’ll have some lunch.” I had my lunch for all of about 10 minutes.
The crew were amazing. They took one look at me, and silently handed me a foil-lined bag discretely and led me to the back of the boat, because aparently looking at the horizon takes your mind of these things. Not so. It just makes you spew whilst looking at the sea. That over with, I decided I needed a kip. I laid down and dozed off feeling much better. Then the boat started back to Cairns. I filled 3 more sick bags. The old saying is true, you can keep throwing up long after you think you’ve finished. There was a 3 and a half metre swell. The crew were still fantastic, ‘look at the horizon’, they said. I couldn’t see the fucking horizon because of the enormous waves crashing over the sides of said boat.
I have never been seasick before, and after turning 40 shades of green, and then being so pale apparently I looked transparent, I never want to again. It’s so awful, I would razor blades than suffer the whole “give it up stomach, there’s nothing left dammit,” and I was sure that the next retch was going to reward me with an organ or my stomach lining or something horrid like that.
When we finally got to dock, I laid down on the jetty for a few minutes until the pins and needles subsided and the shakes passed. The thing is, I’m now back home, miles from Cairns and that wretched boat - but when I close my eyes, I’m still going up and down. Oh horrible pain.
That said, I’d do it again in a heartbeat to see the amazingly beautiful Reef, but only after a belly full of dramamine.