I'm going to take a break from writing about Ghana (because it seems to be taking forever). More about ship life:
The milk sucks. It tastes like it's warm and spoiled. I hate it. But I'm trying to make myself drink it. I guess we didn't get new food until Ghana. We went one month without new food. WHAT are we eating!??? Scary thought.
Before I left, people talked about the people who "are always on the seventh deck tanning as if it's their job." I may be in that group. I don't know where else to go though! There are only a few options.
1. Room- Yeah right…
2. Piano lounge- Probably a total of 30 chairs inside and always packed
3. Garden Lounge- Aka dining hall. Not bad but still inside
4. Observation Deck- No chairs and closed 90% of the trip (due to wind)
5. Various other secluded spots- Not social enough. I wouldn't see many people.
Plus it's not as if I'm sitting out there painting my nails and talking about what bag I want to buy in Cape Town. I do some homework too. Anywho, I may be black when I get back. (Might be sweet. How many black people do you meet with green eyes!??)
That reminds me. In my anthropology class we learned about the origin of the word Caucasian. What to hear it? If not, skip to the next paragraph. I don't really know names or dates just the general idea. The guy who started classifying races into a hierarchy collected skulls to help in the classification process. He found what he considered the perfect skull from a person who lived in the Caucus Mountains. Thus he named the top of the hierarchy after this skull (or Caucasian). It had nothing to do with this individual, the skull was just "the most beautiful skull ever." The professor talked to a friend who is from around the Caucus Mountains and he laughed when he heard that we use it to describe whites because to him people from the Caucus Mountains (or Caucasians) are uncivilized and not looked highly upon.
PS. I'm still holding up pretty well. Haven't had any sea sickness yet…knock on wood. I went to meditation yesterday. Quite hard to meditate because they were preparing for the King and Queen of the Sea Pageant outside and the boat's rocking makes it difficult to "naturally sway like a bamboo reed in the wind." It was still an experience. I may go again if I feel like it. I'm still trying to do Zumba. Trying being the key word.
I don't have a mind for liberal art majors. I really am enjoying both my Anthropology and Women's Literature class because there are no wrong answers. Which is a good thing because I never can come up with the ones that seem so obvious to others. We just finished a short story in Women's Lit. Everyone thought it was a parable about how good things will eventually happen to good people. I just thought it was the story of a man. No lesson to be learned. It turned out to be a good thing because the prof said that she thought all night about it. Haha. So this time it worked out but usually I'm too logical.
Every time she asks why it's written the way it is, my automatic response is to say because that's how the author wrote it. There is no meaning. It's purely for entertainment to sell books. One of the stories by Isabel Allende called "Two Words" ends without telling the two words the story was about. So the audience doesn't ever learn what the two words are. When the teacher asked why we thought this was I immediately thought it was because the author wouldn't have been able to come up with two words that would live up to the audience's expectations. After hearing what she had to say I'm glad I didn't say my answer aloud. At least I'm learning. I enjoy going to class because it makes me think.
So I guess we have around a day or two before the water gets really rough. Yesterday swells were 1/2 meter. The day that was bad (when the crew was laughing at us saying it was calm) they were 10 meters. (That's 60 feet from trough to the top of the wave!)
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