3 February, 2001

The crossing

All was well enough when we left Hobart. There was a perfect blue sky and the waters were calm. It was a perfect start. It wasn't long before the calm seas were only a memory. By nightfall the waves were crashing over the deck. As a result of my seasickness, I was barely seen for two days, crawling out of my bunk only of necessity. It wasn't till the third day that the motion sickness didn't dominate my being.

Captain Joe said the crossing was smooth compared to what it could be. I figured out how to climb the 5 flights of stairs to the bridge with little effort by just waiting for the waves to lift the ship, then climb as it was going back down (why would this work?). By the end of the week most of the team started to show their faces.