First-person account (narrated by James Laughlin) of a terrifying boat voyage in the Indian Ocean: the boat’s engine sputters and dies on day one, a storm and massive swell arrive by the second evening, and the narrator describes being violently tossed—"like being in a blender"—amid bodies, luggage, and seawater in pitch-black conditions.
You're in Indonesia, you're getting on this imagine pretty mediocre boat. Scary. So how did that journey go? We're out there in the open ocean and by the end of the first day, come evening or nightfall, the engines been sputtering the whole day kind of finally gives up in the late afternoon. The storm clouds that have been way out in the horizon are now finally upon us. And by the second evening, we are caught in the middle of this giant, giant swell in the Indian Ocean. The only way you can compare, visualize that experience, experience is imagine in the morning when you make your breakfast smoothie, right? You put yourself in the blender. That's what it felt like, right? We were in a blender of bodies and luggage and human waste and freezing cold seawater just being churned around in pitch black for hours on end. It was the most horrific experience I can ever imagine.
