boatless
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I had a mate, let's call him Pete (because that's his name) came for a trip once. Very breezy, rolly downwind trip, Poole to Solent.
Pete looked a bit under the weather, so I told him to put something warm on. He wouldn't. I'd offered him Stugeron the night before we left, because he hadn't been too good on the outward trip, but, no thanks. Had also tried to get him to eat well pre departure. Suggested that he steer and watch the horizon. No. Told him to lay down on the leeward seats, to stop himself being swayed around - but he just sat in the hatchway, blocking it for all others, wouldn't move, said he'd be alright.
That's when I discovered how to cure queasiness.
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Pete looked a bit under the weather, so I told him to put something warm on. He wouldn't. I'd offered him Stugeron the night before we left, because he hadn't been too good on the outward trip, but, no thanks. Had also tried to get him to eat well pre departure. Suggested that he steer and watch the horizon. No. Told him to lay down on the leeward seats, to stop himself being swayed around - but he just sat in the hatchway, blocking it for all others, wouldn't move, said he'd be alright.
That's when I discovered how to cure queasiness.
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