“There is nothing quite so good as burial at sea. It is simple, tidy, and not very incriminating”
-Alfred Hitchcock
The trip to Dunk island was the most sea sick I have ever been. The waves were crashing and the hour trip seemed like four hours. I tried to focus on the horizon but withg no avail. I was so sick that the the only thing preventing me from puking my guts out was watching four young Aussie kids (4-8 years I think) not puking. There are so few pictures here of the boat ride because I was trying too hard not to heave croc chunks. Oh yeah, there was an Italian named Marco from Tuscany on board as well. We would meet and talk about this trip on the Fraser Island expedition.
Upon arrival at Dunk Island one of the tour guides took a look at me and said I needed a ginger beer. So, I took his word and headed into the big grass hut. Guess What? He was right. No sooner did I drink half the ginger beer my stomach felt normal again. Bundaberg ginger beer would now become my beverage of choice throughout the rest of my journey. Not just because it eased the sea sickness but because it tasted damn good. (thus, the big picture of the bottle). Also, the music was cranked right up. It was the soothing and eerie sounds of the band Portishead. It seems that this moment on Dunk Island is forever relived in my mind by the playing of a few of their songs…COOL!!
