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In 1974 I crossed the English Channel from Dover to Oostend in a ferry much smaller than that. I couldn't afford a hydofoil ticket. The seas were so rough they forced everyone below decks. No horizon to watch, it was incredibly hot and stuffy. About 20 minutes out of port, people started getting sick. All the bathrooms were full, all the trash cans were taken. People were vomiting on the floor. The smell was overwhelming. I puked for hours.
I got off the boat in Belgium, cleared customs and found a local park. I wrapped my coat around myself and slept for four hours. It was awful.
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