Excuse me while I go throw up…again. Whale watching on very rough seas with a severe seasickness warning. Just say NO!!!
This was one of the most anticipated parts of the trip for us. Unfortunately the beauty and fun of it pale when you are seasick, and you’re taking care of two other seasickers, and people are tossing their seasick cookies in barf bags left and right. The good news is we saw 4 whales. At least most people saw four whales. Some of us only saw 1 and ½. I missed the tail on the first when he dove because I was on my way to the upper deck, to get a better look. He was close too. With the third, I made it just in time to see and photograph the tail – but he was far, far away. Fortunately Jason and Brady were able to get some good shots while the rest of us hung our heads low and moaned in agony.
Cole, Grace and I started feeling sick soon after our first sighting. Let me tell you. That’s one bad, inescapable feeling! By the end of the trip we were just praying to make it off without actually having to use the bags. And Cole was literally green. No exaggeration.
Jason and Brady were quite the perky pair. Lucky for us. It means we got some of our money’s worth!
All the kids zonked towards the end of our three hour tour. Most of us sick grownups just sat around wishing we could sleep like them.
Check out the bag under Cole’s chin. He fell asleep like that.
One gorgeous five hour drive later and here we are in Timaru. Not much going on here, so bright and early tomorrow we hit the road to Dunedin. More cool stuff to do there that thankfully doesn’t involve a boat!
By the way, Jason says we’re going to retire here. He’s checking out land prices.
Will write more later!
Yours truly,
Bertha Bad Belly
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