Barferry

Yesterday night I took the ferry from the south island to the north island. The ocean was wild. It was funky at first, I felt like I was joining a ride on a rollercoaster. As selfentertainment I was singing 'de marie-louise' while playing the game 'try-getting-to-the cardeck-without-being-smashed-against-the-walls-or-on-the-floor'. The fun didn't last though, after 2 hours of swelling it got a bit too titanicy in my opinion. The sound of breaking glasses and plates was becoming normal and the amount of vomiting persons doubled every 5 minutes (+ the smell spreaded like wildfire). I had never seen so many green faces in one place before. I was feeling very proud of myself that I was one of the few people that was not making walrusnoises in the toilet or lining up to receive a nausea bag from a crew member. My pride vanished a few minutes later. 
Long story short: I'm never eating eggs again.