The Galapagos is no stranger to motion sickness, and the little bowl of motion sickness medication sitting at the bar on the ship reminds you of that daily. The waters on this trip were a bit rough. We had a lot of open water crossings, and even when sitting in bays, we had some rough days. While exploring the coastline by panga, we had some folks need to immediately return to the ship, or they “fed the fish” while getting sick over the side of the panga.
I was proud to say that I was feeling great. I was also proud to say that no matter how terribly motion sick I get, I haven't ever throw up. Both of those went out the window as we made our way from Isabela to Rabida. The conditions lined up perfectly to be against us when we set sail in the afternoon. The beginning was okay – we were all enjoying drinks on the deck, watching the frigate birds soar along with us and pointing out the incredibly bright planets in the night sky. We hit open water right around dinner time, and guests started dropping like flies. One left during the appetizer, the rest of us laughed and continued on. Soup came out and another headed to bed. Again, I felt lucky to be thriving under these conditions. Then…the entrée was served. I made it one bite in and knew I didn’t stand a chance. Hoping to beat the sickness before it fully set in, I excused myself, caught some fresh air on deck, and tucked in for the night. I’m sad to say, I woke up twice and made the dreaded run for the bathroom, ruining my perfect “never throwing up” streak…
My husband (who doesn’t take any medication and felt perfectly lovely all evening) informed me that out of our table of 8, he was the only one who made it through dessert. The chef was a sweetheart, though, and saved each of us our cheesecake to enjoy the following day at lunch!
