Obligatory sea sickness story
Back in 2007 I invited a few mates to Devon (Paignton to be exact) for a party. A couple of friends (Rob and Adam) arrived a few days before as I had arranged for us to take a small boat out of Brixham for some sea fishing (Adam and I love angling and thought it would be a great day out).

At about 6pm on the night before we went, I was waiting for the skipper to call me and let me know if it was ok to head out in the morning (rough weather etc). He said it would be choppy but ok to fish. That evening, myself, Rob and Adam drank too much red wine, watched Jaws and didn’t go to sleep until the early hours! Come 6am when we had to get dressed and head over to Brixham harbour. All three of us were feeling very poorly. We also skipped breakfast but thought bringing beer would be ‘good fun’.

After spending about 90 minutes heading out to some of the wrecks we were going to fish, the sickness started.... and it never stopped! Oh god.....oh god....

The whole day (about 7/8 hours) was literally spent trying not to fall off the boat as it was so choppy or be sick on ourselves. Between us, we only managed to catch 4 fish! The only way to describe how I felt was like I was a tube of toothpaste which had been squeezed dry! Even now when I think of that day on the boat, I want to go into a foetal position and cry!

I remember talking to the skipper when we arrived back at the harbour about how bad we had all been. He just shrugged and said he sees it all the time! He also said that he gets land sickness (often when he is in the pub) after a few drinks!

I have a lovely photo of myself holding a yellow bucket on that boat (if I can find it I'll upload it).
(RJWEcology is just sharpening his axe on, Fri 2 Nov 2012, 13:39, Reply)