That night in Barcelona.

So I was having myself a little peruse of my own blog (don’t judge, I like to read back at my own hilarities) and in one post I talk about going on the cruise and how it was QUITE the adventure and how I tell the story another day.

Today is that day.

So no one had told me that I was going to be able to feel the boat on the water, let’s just get that out there RIGHT NOW. Everyone was all like ‘oh it’s like a millpond of dreams’ and it bloody wasn’t. Granted it wasn’t like the North Shields to South Shields ferry but I could feel waves and I was bobbing about. So I got seasick because why the bloody frick would I not. Not getting seasick would be far too easy!! So there I am- day one of being on this cruise I had looking so desperately forward too and I was vomming my life away because I was bobbing about the place in what felt like a row boat.

Fast forward a week or so later when I’m half over it half just trying to enjoy the holiday. We get to Barcelona, beautiful city, me and lee spend the ENTIRE day hauling ass to the Sagrada Familia which was a hike and a half, only to take a cheeky selfie and walk aaaaaall the way back to eventually get on the cruise and go for dinner. SO dinner was at the usual time of 6:30 and we went and it was all hilarious and I could feel the boat be all bobbetty-bob so my tummy starts to go so I’m like quietly taking myself to my little room where I shall potentially vomit in peace.

Basically it goes tits ahoy from then on in really. It’s been so long since I’ve told this story it makes me pleased I wrong a diary account of this situation. Here’s said entry:

7/10/17

Last night can only be described as 1) the worst night ever and 2) absolutely horrendous. Basically after a lovely time in Barcelona I was having dinner and the captain said there might be some strong winds and that it might cause the boat to lean over slightly. WELL understatement of the bloody year. I was 100% sure he was going to stop somewhere or life jackets were coming out because it was truly horrendously awful. Was very pleased when I woke up the next day- alive.


Long story short we hit gale force 12 winds and the boat was literally on the biggest tilt that the waves were coming up on our balcony and splashing about. I was SO SCARED I was going to die and titanic was reenacting that all I could do was lie in bed PARALYSED with fear, shaking like a leaf and watch cars. And not just watching cars I mean me and Lightening McQueen with solid eye contact for 1.5 hours until this horrific storm of doom passed and the boat levelled out. Even my mum came into the room and started to have a panic attack which make me switch into GI Joe mode and tell her it’ll be okay and we will survive this. This obviously didn’t last long as when she went to her room I resumed my ‘shaking like a shitting dog’ role.

The next morning we arrived in Nice which was amazing and the sun was out and everything was alright with the world. And now when I lie in bed on a windy night I still feel like rocking of the boat, and I still have to put cars on sometimes.

Disclaimer also- we were never in danger ever. Everything was fine, but I was NOT fine.

Good times.

Happy blipping.