I have not gotten to the point of hurling on a boat or plane, but on a boat I start with the expectation that I could. I can easily get queasy as a passenger in a car on a windy road.

No thanks to the OP video. Kudos to those that withstand that environment.

Very rarely. We did a lot of blue water sailing on my dad's 32 foot sail boat when I was growing up. We had a few rough times but never lost my cookies. Here it is at the slip in Galveston.
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I always dropped everything to crew on a friend's boat if the opportunity presented itself. That was until I was asked by a guy I worked with from Australia to crew on his new 50 foot boat from Long Beach back to his home in Sydney. I had sailed with this clown a few times before and did not think he stood a chance of making it all the way across the Pacific. He found two other brave souls and they departed. A few months later he contacted me from Fiji and said his crew had abandoned him for various reasons. He wanted me to join him to help finish the passage. Well, if he made it that far I figured he must have become an accomplished sailor. Another guy and I flew down to Fiji and we departed for Australia. Wow. what a ride. It seemed like the roaring forties had come north a bit. I got sick for a while but got over it. By then, the guy knew his boat, could sail it expertly and gained my respect.

I get sick just standing on a dock.
No kidding.
My kids make fun of me as they love to sail with their uncle's who have boats.
I once saw my in-law's off on a trip they took out of Long Beach on one of those big cruise ships. Went on board to see their stateroom and all. As soon as they closed the door I looked out the window/glass doors and saw the dock and could feel the boat moving. Had to exit pronto.
I don't passenger well in cars either.
I've only ever driven myself to the point I had to stop to get out and gather myself one time. That was way back when I was a lot younger and tried to set an all time best time going from Philo to Cloverdale on SR 128. Look it up, it's a fun road when there isn't any traffic or logging trucks to contend with.

I don't do well in the ocean on small craft. Never been on a liner so don't know. Lakes are good for me. Drive fast or slow, ski, jump and have a great time. Well that was many years ago. Actually so many years ago that drinking and driving a boat on a lake wasn't a big deal when it should have been.

I've probably never ever been out on a lake w/o beer in the cooler. Never owned a boat so when all the boats got sold, I had no place to go drink, drive and ski. Now I don't fish, so IDK what a stationary rocking boat would have done to me. But we've drifted down the Colorado in a flat bottom so I guess I was good.

But the bad time for me was when we went out to bury my dad at sea. We weren't out much past the Long Beach breakwater when the captain shut 'er down. It was calm, but still, having to lower the urn just about got me. We weren't out long and I stood in the fresh wind all the way back. Held up OK. Can't say that about deep sea fishing boats. One and done there.

The rolling and pitching of boat can get me sick inside of 30 minutes. Our last dive trip in Cozumel the first day was calm and I had no issues. Second day was very windy and lots of swells. I survived the trip out to the first dive but the 60 minute wait on the boat for the second dive was brutal. I did end up tossing over the side and once it was green for second dive I the first one on the stern.

Flying only once, a shuttle flight from Palomar airport to PHX. A De Havilland dash and we were experiencing moderate Santa Anna winds. Very bumpy ride, I was trying to read but had to quit that and hold on. Made it but not pleasant.

I also am quick to get sick if a passenger in a car with a driver who is constantly changing speeds.

Generally if there is a boat in the plan I take a dramamine the night before the the morning of and have zero issues.

Back before we got married, but we were engaged, I went on a ski trip with my in-laws and of course my soon to be wife in her parents Mercedes Turbo diesel. I brought a book to read while riding in the back seat. Driving from Enid, OK to Wolf Creek, CO is not a long trip, but lots of boring miles.

Anyway, I grabbed my book and sat down in the back seat and all three of them used an alarmed voice and said you can't read a book in the car! I asked if that was some weird family rule or what reason I can't read. They replied you will get car sick! I said, no I won't, and proceeded to read all the way though the nearly endlessly long Oklahoma panhandle into New Mexico. No motion sickness at all.

I had forgotten about this nugget.

When I was in Somalia I was assigned to a Infantry platoon as the artillery forward observer. We were going from A to B in the Bradley Fighting Vehicle one day. I was in the back where it was pretty hot. Fell asleep as all good Soldiers can do at the drop of a hat. Woke up and realized that one of my earplugs had fallen out.

Next thing I know the walls started closing in on me and I hurled everywhere. I think combo of the earplug and heat. Took a lot of crap for that after I washed out the back of the vehicle.

For me this type of thing gets worse as I get older. I don't hurl, but can feel a bit unsettled.

My dad talked about one of the many flight he made from Hawaii back to Californian and back to Hawaii piloting a C-47. They had some high ranking civilian passenger that insisted they leave in poor weather.

He said flying after sundown the view goes 100% total black. There is nothing at all to see on a rainy night except the instruments. Of course in daylight it is just endless waves to see. Their passenger started to feel bad, and they were not going to let him into the cockpit. Of course there was turbulence and just a dim light in the passenger area. With a maximum cruise speed of 200 knots it is a long flight. He said that passenger was ready to die and the crew was not happy about having to clean up after him.

While living on Guam, my parents were always looking for an adventure to keep my brother and me entertained. We would typically strike out across the Trust Territory islands of Micronesia to some of the far flung islands accessible by ship or plane. At that time, there were no airfields at such places as Pohnpei or Chuuk (AKA Truk). During WWII, the Japanese had built plenty of sea plane bases on these lagoons so these were still in use. Micronesia Airlines provided air service with old HU-16 Albatross sea planes. We boarded for a flight at the civilian air terminal on Naval Air Station, Guam. One of the passengers was a US Government employee just assigned to the administration of the Trust Territory of the Pacific Islands, chartered by the United Nations after the war. He had recently flown in on a Pan Am 707 and climbed aboard the amphibious HU-16 siting on its wheels on the tarmac. He had no idea what he was in for and no one had really told him. The flight attendant gave the preflight safety talk pointing out the life jackets but no mention of a water landing. Once the big radial engines on the wings right outside the cabin were cranked up, conversation was almost impossible. So, off we flew for Truk. After the long flight we descended to land on the lagoon. The poor guy was very worried as he glanced around at the rest of us with a panicked look in his eyes. When we hit the water and the spray washed over his window, I thought he was going to die. I guess the whole affair including the flight had unsettled his stomach so the taxiing over the chop to get to the sea plane ramp was too much. At least we had plenty of barf bags to hand him.
My dad took this photo on the ramp at Pohnpei.
http://forums.pelicanparts.com/uploa...1684520899.jpg

Quite the tale, Jolly....I'm glad Guam didn't tip over on you when you were living there. ;)

Seriously, you probably learned things about the Pacific war that many of us didn't.

Yeah, that would have been a wild ride to the bottom of the Marianas Trench. On another adventure, we booked passage on a rather small tramp freighter to visit the islands of Yap and Palau. The MV Palau Islander was all of 212 foot long. We passed right over the Challenger Deep, the deepest part of the Marianas Trench just south west of Guam. I did not get sea sick on that trip although some of the native islanders aboard were chumming the waters. Kind of ironic as they were descendants of some of the most accomplished ancient navigator/seafarers who, along with their Polynesian cousins, had explored about every island in the Pacific using small sailing canoes long before Europeans arrived.
I took this photo roughly at the point we passed over the Challenger Deep.
http://forums.pelicanparts.com/uploa...1684635588.jpg

The Palau Islander docked at Yap.
http://forums.pelicanparts.com/uploa...1684635588.jpg

A stick chart used as a navigation aid by Micronesian mariners.
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