I went to work on a Barramundi boat years back, had never spent anymore than an afternoon out on the loughs backs home. First job was to walk along the booms and untie them, while going out in a bit of chop. Never got seasick and found I have great sea legs.
Months later, I came back to Cairns and went to the store for supplies, tried to walk down an aisle in Woolies and got fierce land sickness. The whole shop started to heave from one side to the other, the aisle were swaying and I crashed into an old ladies trolley. Nearly took her out.
I was like that for days and was only steadier when I was on the rums. I finally understood why Cpt. Sparrow gets around like he does though. Started calling it "being Sparrowed" after that.
Bookmarks