Spain, 2000
Myself and some mates were staying on the lovely Costa Del Sol and decided to take a boat trip from Gibralter to Tangiers on a sleek, fast sea-cat.

The trip over to Tangiers was a little choppy but not too bad. Unfortunately coming back was a different story.

The waves had really got up and the sea-cat was effectively skipping from wave to wave like a stone. I was up on the top deck and I have never seen so many throw up. Almost everyone was vomiting, except me but it was close. I was just sitting on the floor holding on to a railing, teech clenched and looking very pale.

My mates, in the meantime, were slightly more blase about the whole thing. They had gone to the bar to get some cans of beer. They were slowly making their way through the front lounge when the boat hit a massive wave. All of them went arse over tit and my mate Paul was thrown sideways into a metal blukhead, denting it with his head and knocking himself out.

The remaining lads managed to crawl to the front of the boat and, not ones to waste drinking time, slumped down and opened their cans of lager. The cans, having just been thrown about, exploded covering them in cheap african beer, to the delight of their fellow passengers who burst into spontaneous applause.

Finally, lest you not believe my tale, here is a photo of Paul just after the incident, when he was still concused:



And, just for the hell of it, here's a picture of me. On a camel. Horray!


(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Sun 10 Sep 2006, 11:49, Reply)