Wednesday, January 18th (Somewhere in the Indian Ocean): I think it was just over 3 hours in….Just about the half way point when we couldn’t see land on either side.
I was struggling to see some sliver of a horizon between the gaps of the frazzled forest green tarp that was tied around us to stop sea water from splashing in. My legs were sore from being crumpled in the the same position on the bench for hours and my arms burned from clinging to a pole as I braced against the constant rocking of the waves. But not all of us were up-right. You couldn’t see the the boat floor as it was strewn with different colored silks from the Tanzanian women that were ill with sea sickness.