The rough seas

Last night we got on the ferry at about 6.30pm.  All was well and we settled down into our sleeping bags for the overnight crossing.  However we didn't sleep very well.  It was a bit uncomfortable on the floor even with our roll mats.  To make matters worse, the boat began to rock and roll quite alarmingly at 4am.  It didn't help that we were right at the front of the boat either.  It calmed down after a while, and we made a stop a 6am at a place called Bella Bella (famous for its Canelloni).  Well no sooner were we coming round from all the night's goings on, when a woman (part of the crew) came round to everyone in the lounge with sick bags.  She was relishing telling everyone how rough the sea was going to get and if we had tablets, now was definitely the time to take them.   Good grief we thought, it can't get any worse than in the night.  So we decided to take precautionary measures, took our sleeping bags as far back on the boat as we could, and proceeded to lie in a horizontal position for the rest of the morning.  It did indeed get quite rough, with people walking in diagonal lines, but we managed to avoid completely all six sick bags that Diane had collected just in case. 

When we arrived in Port Hardy at 1.30pm we caught a shuttle bus into the town and booked into a motel.  The hostel we had been dropped off at turned out to be closed.  Had a explore of the local area which didn't take long as it isn't very big.  Diane stocked up on reading material from a second hand book shop - The Hobbit and Robinson Crusoe.   We have run out of things to read and always have a good look at the book collection at each hostel we visit.  So far it's been a little disappointing with large collections of Danielle Steel, Barbara Cartland etc with the odd 'complete handbook to needlework' thrown in - just to tempt you.  We have both read a book recently called 'Life of Pi' written by a Canadian author which we would highly recommend.

After grabbing a bite to eat we decided to have an early night, as we are both particularly Emma, suffering the effects of motion sickness.  We haven't stopped swaying yet - thats what 19 hours on the rough seas does for you.  Shiver me timbers!