Catamaran Ride

    I´m excited to get on a Catamaran voyage for 2 hours through the tropics of Brazil to Morro De Sao Paulo. We load up and I notice that there are plastic bags tied to the back of everyone´s seats . . . interesting. I put some tunes on my ipod and go into day dream mode as the boat leaves port. As we get out of the bay, the water becomes pretty rough and we are rocking quite a bit. There are probably around 150 to 200 passengers and watch as their faces go from smiling and taking pictures to sheer focus on the coastline.
   I write down some ideas for a club somewhere in the bay area, still rocking my tunes. The smell turns foul and I see that a little girl has lost her lunch and is very upset. The crew bring over a bucket of water and clean the mess up and I figure that is the end of it. Half an hour into our voyage, people start dropping like flys. It is embarrassing to throw up in public, so everyone is trying their hardest to keep their cool. I notice a family a couple rows ahead of me with everyone sick but the father. He is laughing at his son, who is very upset and sea sick. Not more than 5 minutes later I watch as the father starts to look pale and gets very quiet. He is standing near the side of the boat and he eventually loses his lunch over the side of the boat as his family watches in joy.
    Pretty soon, everyone is in bad spirits and about half of the passengers have gotten sick. The crew walks around handing out plastic bags and cleaning and collecting the mess. The smell is horrible and I am starting to feel sick. Aaron is out on the back of the boat rocking with his camera and ipod in hand. Toby is out cold, sleeping as if we were on solid ground. Somehow I manage not to get sick for the 2 and half hour trip. It was funny to watch as people realized that this was not a pleasure-sight-seeing cruise, but a free workout for your abs should you succumb to the rock of the sea.