I should have taken the Dramamine. I didn’t think I’d need it. But curled up in a ball, with my eyes closed desperately trying to stop feeling the boat which was slowing spinning in circles, I deeply regretted my decision.
At least I’d seen a few orcas at a distance before retreating to the fetal position to breathe deep and pray I wouldn’t start puking. (Sadly, I didn’t get any good photographs of the whales.)
You see, being on a boat doesn’t make me sick — or so I thought. I’d grown up on boats in New York, and had already cruised Elliot Bay and taken the ferry to Bainbridge Island that week. Even the ride all the way from Seattle’s Pier 69 to Friday Harbor on San Juan Island was fine. It was just the whale watching tour that got to me.
What I didn’t know was that in order to get near killer whales they are required to cut the engine. That means the boat will drift and you can really only steer it in circles.
Just try being on a boat as it spins in circles for an hour without hurling. You’ll want the Dramamine too.