"I need to find a window, I'm sorry, I can't do this." My stomach lurches as the ferry seems to sway more violently. I call Richard's name through the darkness. But oh God how I want to get off this boat. I wouldn't change the route we've taken for the world, it's been fantastic. Tomorrow when we're driving to Turin I'll feel totally different. What was I thinking going on a ferry journey this long! No, don't be stupid. There's a lump in my throat and I'm wishing we had just flown to Corsica. My heart hammers in my chest, I just want to get off. It's no good, the swaying is getting worse and I'm wide awake now.
I hold the edge of the pillowcase I brought along for comfort and will myself back to sleep. For goodness sake I just need to go back to sleep. I'll feel more sick if I keep thinking about it, so I'd better suck it up. It can't be more than 8 hours - that's the length of this crossing to Savona from Corsica. It will surely be over soon. I lie on my side and close my eyes, trying to will myself to remember I'm safe, upright, and just in a lovely little ensuite cabin on night time mediterranean seas, rocking gently with the calm waves. I knew I shouldn't have eaten those chips - God, how long ago was that? I have no idea. I don't feel drowsy at all, in fact I can't believe I'd even been asleep. The ferry's been swaying for a while and it's gotten worse.
It's pitch black and I have no idea what the time is. A Seasickness Phobic's Ferry Journey to Corsica
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