Three Days at Sea That Have Nothing to Do With Politics – Day Three (Updated with VIDEO)
7:43am – This morning’s “alarm clock” was a rapid series of loud bangings right over my head. The motor was already humming and we were making our way back in the direction of Whittier. I wasn’t sure if the banging sounds were intended for me, but then they came again, like someone urgently knocking on a door. My heart in my throat once again, I was up and out of my sleeping bag, and sliding the hatch open, expecting… I had no idea what. It turns out that this unexpected wake up call was far better than the threat of…
Three Days at Sea That Have Nothing to Do With Politics – Day 2
We last left me, drifting off to sleep thinking about typhoid and consumption, and sick English children in orphanages. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, you can click HERE to catch up. 7:42am – I was roused from death-like sleep by a booming voice calling “I’m gonna need your help here!” Eyes flew open, desperate effort to assimilate why the ceiling was eight inches from my face, and where I was. Then a mental rewind of what I’d just heard from the deck. An urgent cry for help is not my preferred method of regaining consciousness on…