The Ted showed up last night, the taxis showed up today, and after a forty-five minute ride through streets filled with all manner of safe, corteous and law-abiding drivers there are now 24 passengers and ten crew members aboard the Nekton Rorqual ready to cavort with whales. The boat itself is shaped like a box on skis, which apparently makes it ugly and slow but stable. With nine foot seas forecast tonight stability is a good thing, although a combination of meclazine and pasta will hopefully keep the vomiting to a minimum (in this case “minimum” means no vomiting – I am not a fan of the barf). We’re supposed to arrive at the whale grounds at 11AM tomorrow, at which point the boat will anchor and the festivities will begin.
"My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?" — David Mitchell