I get sea sick if I'm on the ocean. Not on coastal or river boats. I also start feeling nauseous if I read in a car (stop reading) or travel backwards in a train (usually nothing I can do about it). I've never got sick on a plane in the last 40 years.
Oh gawd -- sorry, Palesa, I know it wasn't funny when it was happening, but your story made me laugh.
I would have sworn I had no motion sickness, although the fact that I was so violently sick when I was pregnant should have cued me I might be prone to it. I'd been in cars, trains, buses, skiffs, airplanes, & an ocean liner with no ill effects, though.
It wasn't until I moved onto a boat (13 meter trawler) that I found out that I got seasick. And barfing is the least of it -- it's real honest to hell wanting to die sick.
Then there's culture shock travel sickness, when (for example) after being in Mexico, DF a for half a day, all you want to do is lie in your hotel room, curtains drawn, earplugs inserted, and call room service for gringo food (Club Sandwich, for example).
When I travelled round Greece in the early 60s foreigners were still treated as xeni (guests) rather than tourists. The great thing about travelling on a ferry was that even it you had bought a deck class ticket you would be ushered into the first class lounge. The advantage was that in rough seas a steward would come and take away your sickbag and give you a new one.
The only instance of this happened to me when I took a shuttle flight from Boston to NY when I was a freshman in college. I was massively hungover,the only seat available was the very front and to top it all off the woman who sat next to me had what must have been the equivalent of 1/2 bottle of Channel #5 on. It was awful.
Returning to London from Kathmandu I became very airsick. I had started taking a course of antibiotics and I'd swallowed a tablet on an empty stomach. I started vomiting and couldn't stop. Luckily the stewardess made me drink flat CocaCola and this eventually did the trick. It was so embarrasing as the flight was full. I had no privacy and the Seatbelt sign was on.
I've been so seasick I wanted to die when we anchored in a small dive boat (off the Scilly Islands)in a rough sea when professional divers went down for an hour to bring up treasure from an old Spanish galleon wreck on the seafloor. I was ill for days afterwards.
I get carsick if the driver stands on the brakes...I have to take anti-nausea pills. i hate bad drivers.
We came back from Europe on the ocean liner the Constitution in June 1959. My mother was pregnant and barfed the entire six days en route. My brother & I were charged with watching our little sister who was almost four and horribly prone to motion sickness. We were told to keep her as far away from the inside of the ship as possible. All we wanted to do was to get rid of her, so we took her to the ship's nursery. As soon as the attendant there opened the door, my sister vomited all over the lady's white shoes.
We finally reached New York and had to stay in a hotel while waiting for our car to be off-loaded. My mother took us to the movie Pinocchio. Picture it: the dark theater full of little heads entirely focused on the screen as Gepetto, Pinocchio, Cleo and Figaro bob in the waves after escaping the whale's stomach.
Suddenly there is disruption as my poor pregnant mother sprints up the aisle with my sister, puking profusely, under one arm.
After a night in Madras when I knew that I had eaten completely unsanitary food, it was with some fear that I boarded the bus for Pondicherry, knowing that it would take 3 or 4 hours to get there. What if I was struck with diarrhea half way through the trip? There were at least 60 passengers on this bus, all in a hurry to arrive, so I knew they would just let me shit myself if I had an emergency. The thought of this was so dreadful that my body cranked up its defenses and fried any bugs that were lurking in my guts.
It was a lovely trip, except for the bus knocking the cart and the motorcycle off the road. I arrived in perfect health.
Post by existentialcrisis on Oct 13, 2009 7:51:01 GMT
I recently became sick on a train, which I suppose is better than a plane or bus. My problem is that I can't sleep on trains, and this was a 48 hour ride across the Canadian prairies. I took a Gravol to help me sleep, but it just made me sick. Ironically, it's supposed to be an anti-nausea pill for motion sickenss.
I find I get car sick on grey overcast days for some reason and I basically need to stick my head out the car window to get the fresh air. I also recently discovered the joys of elevation sickness, and became quite unhappy riding in a car ascending the mountains. The best feeling ever was driving out of the mountains...
We felt pretty bad from the altitude for the first few days in Boliva, the worst was after we crossed the border and were at about 4600 meters. I wanted to sleep, but it was like my body would not let me sleep. like it was afraid I would stop breathing. I would doze off and wake up gasping for breath.
I guess it could have been worse. A friend's girlfriend was so sick from the altitude that she was throwing up the whole time in La Paz and barely saw anything of the city except the hotel bathroom.