My first ever trip on this hideous stretch of water was a few months after we got married. IT WAS AWFUL!!!! Rough water (though nothing like this), lots of rocking and rolling, and LOTS OF VOMITTING! - thankfully not by me.
I sat in the toilet, feet bracing against the wall/door (as there was lots of water sloshing on the floor), praying like mad that God would send my knight in shining armour (AKA Mr W) in a shiny red helicopter, with rope and rescue this damsel in distress. It never happened - obviously God was having a small chuckle at my misfortune.
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