I survived the big ocean on this magical boat. No joke, the name is Color Magic. First few hours panic and anxiety tore me apart, and I was just sitting in the window for about 45 minutes just lying in foetal position with tears in my eyes and a light hyperventilation. And that’s before the boat had begun moving away from the dock. I just have a terrible fright of both water and heights. Living on a boat for two nights in the ninth floor could seem like a nightmare. But I overcame my fears, pretending I was a pirate. Because pirates are badasses and not afraid of the water. The rest of the trip thus became marvelous and I’ll do a blog entry -on my blog- with pictures later.