During the crossing from San Jose del Cabo to San Benedicto I was filled with anticipation…and a bout with sea sickness (generally I’m good with open ocean voyages, I swear). When far from land the ocean usually appears to be a liquid desert, at least at the surface, but a sighting of a pair of dolphins leaping across the bow of the boat and sea birds’ attempts to catch flying fish coasting above the water furthered the anticipation to see what the sea (okay, technically the ocean) would bring on the dives ahead. As far as the sea sickness is concerned, the wave action that came at an angle to the boat was likely the cause of Nature’s cruel, cruel, cruel, cruel, cruel version of Jenny Craig — I didn’t eat over the course of the entire crossing (about 32 hours) because I couldn’t stand the sight, smell or taste of food (full disclosure, I toughed it out without any drugs).
Before ending this session I should mention that once that bit of sea sickness ended on the dive day, I polished off a significant remainder of three very tasty varieties of pasta on behalf of my dinner group.
Hasta luego,
