It had to happen

Sometime after lunch today I found myself crawling on the floor of my cabin up-chucking into one of many strategically placed foil lined bags. Every day there are one or two open stretches of sea that get a bit rock and rolling. Until today it has been fine. But as soon as it started today, I knew I was in trouble. But I laid down after my session of floor therapy and felt pretty darn good by dinner. We were back in the shelter of islands, or so I thought.

Dinner started out with a beautifully presented slice of baked brie on a cracker surrounded by miniscule sprigs of arugula and accompanied by a roasted cherry tomato. Mmm, what a wonderfully delicate start to the meal along with a nice bottle of German Riesling. A toast! But after the appetizer and before the main course of salmon garnished with an asparagus sauce, mussel and roasted potato, we hit open sea again. I’m glad to say that I kept down my appetizer and what little of my salmon I could get before I went to my room, but it was touch and go for a bit there.

I’m better. In fact when we docked for a short stop this evening in Rorvik (or something like that), I took a walk around town to steady my feet (I wasn’t going to go looking for any bars this evening). Well, me and about 60 other passengers who must have had the same need for something solid under our feet. Tonight, hungry and sober (I only had time before retiring to drink half a glass of wine) I’m dreaming of what a wonderful dessert I must have missed.