End of Hitch

When you work on a boat there are different ways to count down. The captain likes to count down by pizza days, which are every Sunday night. Working two months get you eight days of pizza, so counting this way makes it seem like time flies by. I like to count by days, because I feel like you get to chip the time off a little every day. Then, before you know it, you're down into the single digits and the week just. won't. end. I don't think the pizzas are special enough to warrant counting by, unless you figure that each week it's a different type of pizza. When I asked them to make me a vegetable pizza (so I wouldn't end up with one that had tuna fish on it), I got instead a pizza with ham, onions, olives, mushrooms, heart of palm, and banana. The week after had sausage, onions, olives, mushrooms, heart of palm, cucumber, and maraschino cherries.

Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is by the end of whatever count down you're going by, you'll crash at the end of it.

This may look comfy but it isn't. You'd get a softer mattress at the hotels in Rio if you lined it with rocks.

By the end of the hitch there are things you intended to do but didn't do because you got channel fever and people stop caring about what needs to get done on the boat and worry more about when they need to start packing. Or what to pack. Or, can I fit everything into one suitcase instead of the suitcase and bag I brought?

One bag less...or at least it was until I realized I still had to fit my hard hat in there.

At least this hitch I remembered to take pictures of my room. The room I've frequented the most is an odd L-shape. There are two bunks. The floor looks like crap and the air conditioning unit starts vibrating madly when you use it on any setting after 3. Thankfully it still cools the room to subarctic temperatures.

The beds are twin size. My bed at home is a queen. It takes a little to remember that when I first get to the boat and start doing alligator rolls to get comfortable. I may have fallen out once or twice.

Then you turn left and you have the desk with one light. The ceiling light doesn't work because the ballast broke in it and they're almost impossible to get in Brazil. 

On the left side of the picture there are two cabinets. 

Then you hang another left and there's the bathroom.

No matter how many times you clean it, it'll never be fully clean. 

And that's all she wrote. I have a plane to catch (let's hope it doesn't snow tomorrow).