Day Twenty-One

Leaving Newfoundland behind.


Day Twenty-One.6020km (approximately)
July Thirty-First

This is not a remotely enjoyable ride. I've never been on any sort of vehicle for this long. I don't even know what time it is, or how long I've been on this damn ship. The swells are completely unnatural to me. I essentially feel like crap. I think this will almost certainly go down in memory as the shittiest day of the trip. To make matters worse we have no place to stay tonight. None at all. Some people might tell us that it's all our fault..which of course it is, but here is our situation:

1)We have had little to no internet access for the past week or so.

2)We burned our bridges in Sydney by somewhat trashing our motel room. I'd been planning on staying there a second time but last night I came to that terrible realization. We trashed it. We can't go back there. In fact, that was where I got my new towel. And that other, smaller towel. So we're fucked.

I think my two associates are wandering around or resting in various stages of abject misery. I really don't want to be on the ship anymore. Fuck.

In an effort to distract myself, I shall now attempt to speak of various bits of information that I've missed. We are all smoking very little. I've only had one between today and yesterday. I don't think Chino has even had one.

In other news, and keeping with the gross, dirty conditions we've been living in, Aaron's been wearing the same shorts for days. Well he took them off two days ago. He wore them for maybe four consecutive days. Not that that's out of the ordinary, but they've had giant holes ripped in the ass. Aaron's been showing all these East Coasters his ass and acting crazy for who knows how long. They must have thought he was a lunatic.

Self respect and cleanliness have reaches absolutely appalling levels. I found clean socks yesterday though. That was pretty magnificent.

I think I'll always remember that road near Placentia that we followed along the coast for awhile yesterday. The Moose. The valleys. The mist. The Sea. It was all so beautiful.

My mind is constantly shocked out of such recollections and put back into the present. This room is full of tired, bored people. This shitty movie. Who picks these movies? Somebody must have made sure no good movies ever enter planes or boats. What a prick that guy is.

It's difficult to comprehend, but I'll be on this ship for (I estimate) another eight hours. Kill me now. Please.