Are humans supposed to be on sea? While some are clearly meant to be, others aren't. I have a lifelong membership to the latter group - as was made amply clear during my maiden voyage aboard a yacht yesterday. While the rest of the party was busy frolicking about all over the place, enjoying the evening sea breeze, looking at the rolling waves, I was sitting as still as I possibly could - trying to make sure my lunch and tea didn't spill out. Spill out they did, but within the confines of a sink. And I wasn't my own self for the rest of the evening.

But I did manage to take a few snaps before the sea-sickness took over.

Unfortunately, this sea-sickness also means that I will have to wait for my next life to go on board a cruise-liner :-(