Code Blue!

Today we left Morocco. It was an extremely rough departure out of the harbor, rougher than on the way in. (on the way in, I was on the 7th deck hanging out, and in the room next to us in the salon, hair products fell to the floor and exploded everywhere, the "unshatterable"glass table shattered everywhere, we were cracking up b/c there was nothing anyone could do about it but watch--unless they wanted to get injured cleaning it up in the middle of the rough patch and we were laughing WITH the beauticians, otherwise it wouldn't have been funny if they didn't think so too).
And today everyone was excited for the 20 minutes of rough waves that the captain warned us about on the way out of the sound. We all put sweatpants on and found the biggest wooden or tile floors to sit on to slide across the floor. It was all fun and games and I was crying from laughing so hard, UNTIL someone got hurt. There was ONE wave that brought the side of the ship supposedly almost touching the water on the top deck. Everyone, and EVERYTHING went to the starboard side. So some boys that thought they were being funny running with the current were very badly injured. People rolled backwards into poles, and chairs, and tables--followed by everything on the opposite side of the room. I hit the center podium in the Student Union and I have the battle scars to prove it. We were all pretty shaken despite the fun we were previously having. After propping myself against the podium so nothing could hit me again, I realized my knee was bleeding--all the way down my leg. So now I have my first battleshipwound and I expect a gigantic bruise in the morning. Luckily, I'm okay. Unluckily for the stupid boys who thought it was a good idea to stand up and run, well, one broke his wrist, the other very badly busted his leg bleeding in several places, and one went through a wall in the Union. 10 minutes later we hear "Code Blue, room 5###". By this point I washed my leg and bandaged myself up and sat in the hallway until I could get up and move around again. But then I went back upstairs to look for my scattered belongings, when the man from room 5### came down the stairs holding a bloody rag to his head with the medical staff helping him. I think he is a professor, or a life long learner, but his head was in bad shape. These casualties affected those just trying to have fun by obeying the captains orders and sitting on the floor, and those who innocently wanted to sleep. Even though this sounds dangerous, this is a highlight of the voyage so far--and a thrill for most, no need to lecture, we were in the safest place on the ship that we could be, and still people managed to get hurt.

The best part is reviewing the videos people took before it got so rough.

Morocco was great! I'll write about it tomorrow!

xoxo