I'm on a ship in the Arctic sea along the Northern coast of Norway.
We caught the tail end of a storm with 30-36 feet wawes.
My wife and most of the other passengers sit with their heads in a barf bag.
Only a handfull showed up for dinner.
As we were eating, we hit a freak wave and the tableware abandoned ship.
I had just poured a glass of beer, didn't even get to taste it, before it took off.
This was supposed to be a nice, relaxing holiday before I start chemo.
Even the best laid plans..........
The Stig guide to getting good at foreign languages: Every time you come across a new word, go look it up.
So I just had to look up Rhadamanthine.
Sorry guys.
Not much else to do but make stupid posts right now.
The bar should open in half an hour, then I'll go read my book there while getting mildly drunk on beer from the northernmost brewery in the world.
While that sounds good, the beer is only so-so, but one makes do.