Now 10 hours ahead of the East Coast

 

Travel makes one modest, you see what a tiny place you occupy in the world – Scott Cameron

 

So since we left South Africa we have been cruising at between 26 and 30 knots, which is ridiculously fast for a ship. Consequently, it makes things a little rocky. Showering becomes a workout more than a relaxing few minutes, and walking down the halls makes you look drunk. Anyways, we have all become quite accustomed to sleeping in this environment, and everyone sleeps almost all the time. We are like little babies, rocked to sleep. I have decided that when I get home I will need one of the ambiance cd’s in order for me to fall asleep. I am so used to the cracking and smacking of the waves against the ship that silence might just not do it for me anymore. The malaria meds are giving me vivid dreams. My roommate says last night I was screaming “Don’t do this to me, I can’t take this anymore.” My dream was that I came home and Brian was in jail and had a million tattoos, so I guess my screams made sense. After Global Studies this morning I laid out for a few hours to prepare myself for the whole day in the sun tomorrow in Mauritius. After laying out, I came inside and took a two hour nap. Oh the terrible life I lead. Right now I am getting ready for dinner, and then immediately following dinner my friends and I are stuffing 16 people into a cabin to watch Slum Dog Millionaire, which is evidentially an amazing movie. After that we have both cultural and logistical preport . . . I wonder if we will play Bingo again…? There is not much to tell us about Mauritius. No going into townships (which we hear for EVERY country), and I guess wear sunscreen? Mauritius is pretty much a resort island. It is supposed to be absolutely gorgeous . . . a paradise of sorts. I am going on a day trip to Ile des deux Cocos &Marine Park. Google it and be jealous. We are snorkeling, taking a glass bottom boat ride, sun bathing, relaxing, having a few drinks . . . .. oh the pain, oh the agony, oh the class credit?  Anyway, dinner is calling my name.