Thread: San Francisco - Suggestions/Trip Report

Update - San Francisco Ferry ride

First off, I'm a terrible sailor. I've gotten ill every time I've been on a boat. But, under the intense pressure of three people working on me for five hours in a car, -"just do as we tell you, take the medicine you'll be fine". I relented and agreed to take a ferry ride tour of San Francisco Bay, besides it was only an hour ride - how sick could I get?

Preventive measures-
1- Go to bed early, All previous bouts of seasickness were due to exhaustion.
This time I will be fine because I will be fully rested.

2- I'd eat breakfast. According to RJ, all previous bouts of seasickness have been caused by my empty stomach.
This time I will be fine because I'll have a good breakfast and will have 'just in case crackers'.

3- Calm seas. All previous bouts of seasickness were caused by rough seas.
This time I will be fine because ferries don't even go out in rough seas.

4- I will sit facing foward with my eyes fixed on the horizon. All previous bouts were caused by me sitting backwards and failing to avoid "visual conflict" RJ's words .
I will be fine because I will sit midship, face forward and have eyes on the horizon.

and finally
5- Medicine. According to "consulting physican" RJ, all previous bouts of seasickness were caused by my "believeing I would get sick".
This time I will be fine because I'm taking medicine and will know I will be just fine.

I started out on the upper deck, facing forward, seated next to the rail. To tell you the truth, I was kinda sleepy, probably the medicine; at any rate, I was doing fine. It was probably about the 20 minute mark when I started to feel a bit queasy, but I kept taking photos and looking at the horizon.
Up and down, up and down, we were tossed like a cork in the water. We made the turn under the Golden Gate and I was reaching for my "just in case crackers". I gave the camera to RJ and started looking down at the water, comtemplating............. life! The famly seated behind us, got up and moved away - to the other side of the boat. The audio guide was going on about Alcatraz and RJ went below and came back with some ginger ale, saying it would make me feel better. Everybody was at the rail, taking photos and I just sat there glued to my seat, looking up at the clear blue sky and thinking about killing RJ
- now that did make me feel better.