Vacation from Holiday

My second overnight ferry was a two night three day journey offering very few options other than books, beers, blogs, and bed. This at first was challenging, but the excitement of the last few days had caught up to me and I went comatossed do to sea sickness and exhaustion.

                After a few boat rides in the turbulent waters of Tofo Mozambique, I had not expected the glassy waters of a lake to cause nausea. With the absence of stabilizers the sixty year old Illala ferry was a rollercoaster ride that kept my tummy swimming for the beginning of the first day. Thankfully I had heard of an old sailors remedy to tempered seas, it involves drinking whiskey. I thought that was a pretty good idea and saddle up for some local brew. Not only did this solution help the ache of the last few days, but it also put me to sleep like a baby.   

                I was reading the new Dan Brown book the Lost Symbol so the second day flew by rather quickly. The baking hot sun reacted with the Doxicycline molaria medication and my skin burnt in minutes even with spf 30 sunscreen. Thank God for shade! The food was expensive and the water double mainland price which kept me kicking myself as I had done no shopping for the duration of the trip. Oh well, if I could remember all the lessons I’ve learned along the way I wouldn’t be able to fit anything else in my head. Yay journals and blogs.

                During the last night and into the final morning we experienced some heavy lightning, wind, and rain storms that demolished the shade/rain cover and turned first class into no class. The first class section of the Illala Ferry is completely exposed to the elements from all sides and on the uppermost deck. I had set up a tent for the first two nights but had taken it down because our arrival time was as early as 5:30 am. After the storms began to rock the unstabalised boat I found the use of the extra Tipo Tinto rum I had brought from Tofo. After three quarters of a bottle was down the hatch the storm became a lot of fun. Surrounded by Malawain military that reminded me a lot of hanging out with Marines I was out in the middle of the deck cheersing the storm and partying all by myself. I don’t know how insane I looked, but tell me where the fun is in sanity.

Well I guess the storm wasn’t impressed with the defiant young man and decided to give me a rude awakening after I had uncerimoniously passed out wherever the Tipo decided.  Early morning I was konked and opened my eyes after a small drop had hit my face. My eyes still blurry I saw a large mass moving towards me. Gurgle gurgle was all that came out of my mouth as I had opened my mouth to shout. With the tent cover above shredded the rain water had been allowed to collect in mass amounts. With a whip from the wind of an oncoming storm the contents of the resevoir broke loose directly on to my chest and face. Whelp, there’s my shower for the next three days.  It was also the way I met Gregg from the Malawai Peace Core who was more than happy to help me around Nhkarta Bay.