Stay away Choi Wan we want to drill

For the last two days it’s been a case of everybody lurching about like drunken sailors, which is a sad joke really because it’s 7 weeks until the next beer. I had soup for dinner yesterday. I was handed a full bowl of the soup just as the boat lurched to the side. I had to stagger to one side to regain my balance, try to hold the soup bowl steady and try to avoid smashing into the salad trolley and the other dinners. Luckily not a drop was spilled and the soup was good.

 

It’s been over a week now on board and I’m getting to know most of the people on board or at least those on my shift. They are a very interesting bunch. A group of scientists always seam to have some interesting and unusual characters. An international group of scientists, half of whom don’t speak English as their first language just makes for a crazy cacophony of eccentricity.

 

Now the ship is moving to a new site. Exactly where we’re off to I’m not so sure. It all depends on the big bad super typhoon Choi Wan. How crap that Choi wan would act to stifle science. Who does he/she/it think he/she/it is? The further south we go, the further we will be from its projected path. But no to far south or we will have nothing to drill. It would be fun to try and organise everybody on board to go up on deck and blow in Choi Wan’s general direction and hope for a ‘chaos theory’ style butterfly affect. You know the one, ‘a butterfly flaps its wings somewhere and creates a hurricane’.