
So I just recently got back from my first *real* vacation ever. I was on a crusie ship, a veritable floating melanoma farm, surrounded by two factions of people I have nothing in common with: 21 year old drunken college students on spring break, and 60+ year old retired couples playing shuffle board.
The trip itself was good; got to see Mexico and Guatemala, the first time I've ever been out of the country (Canada doesn't count). Oddly enough, the most interesting part of the whole thing was the excursion trips by bus where I kind of got a chance to see how people in another country live from day to day. That part was even mroe interesting than Mayan ruins, old Spanish forts, and even a shallow depth mini sub cruising around a reef off of Cozumel.
I'm proud to say that I got my 'sea legs' within a day or two of being aboard the ship. Cruise ships are big, but not quite big enough that you don't feel some swaying and rocking, especially when tooling down the middle of the Gulf of mexico.
The problem now is that I want my sea legs to go the fuck away.
I've had dizziness and vertigo for DAAAAAYYYYYSSSSS now. Even sitting in a regular swivel chair in my cubicle makes me amazingly disoriented, and I feel like the whole earth is sliding sideways underneath me. I'm no nauseated at least, but every once in a while I sort of walk into a wall because I over-compensated for some kind of imaginary motion of the floor beneath me.
My wife had the exact opposite problem of course; she was dizzy on the ship, and fine as soon as she got off of it.
So anyway, the trip was good, if surreal and a little creepy from all the forced politeness, but these side effects are the opposite of fun.
I actually got a chance to do more art than I expected, including my interpretation fo a Red Cap above. You see, towards the end of the week aboard the ship we were starting to go insane. Once you sit down and find yourself enjoying the musical stylings of two Philipino lounge singers doing a Neil Diamond/Barbara Streisand tribute complete with fake witty banter and shitty synthesizer music, it's time to get the fuck off the boat.