I have slept in some truly sketchy
places in my life (dubiously stained motel rooms with recently
kicked-in door jams, mosquito-net-for-walls huts 100 yards uphill
from alligator mating grounds) but last night's bunk may be the most
conceptually frightening so far. I slept on the ferry to Helsinki,
across the Bothnian Bay. I slept in cabin 2023, on level 2. That's at
the bottom of the ferry, just above the deep-freeze food storage. So
it's below the 5 people decks crammed with captains and cabins and
casinos and karaoke bars and cafes. And it's right below the
automobile deck, because this is a big ferry. In fact, now that I
think of it, it's probably below the waterline.
The cabin was tiny, barely big enough
to see carpet when the bunks folded down. There's no windows on that
level, just a cute porthole-shaped photo of a lighthouse taken
somewhere made of equal parts perfect fluffy clouds and minnow-calm
water. But it was scrupulously clean, and had its own bathroom and
hot shower. Which is saying something, given that there are only
about 6 public restrooms for all the public areas of the ferry.
I'd recommend it to anyone! It's like a
snug little womb room, where nothing but sleep lives. The weird
rocking and rumbling of engines pulling weight over waves is
kinesthetic white noise. If you've ever enjoyed falling asleep in the
backseat of a car, summer evening wrapped all around you; you'll love
it. Yellowing plastic light switches glow like distant dashboard
lights, and the hiss of air conditioning is like radio static, the
warm air barely moving. Every mutter of of foreign language passing
by in the halls is like the murmur of adults in the front seats,
driving home from a day in the sun. I haven't slept so well in
weeks.
[My favorite Swedish word right now is Ochså, Also. (Say it oak-so, with the first syllable in the back of your throat.) Och (said with so slight a k-sound that it's almost oh -- no Engineering Officer impressions, please) is And; I love the relationship!]
[My favorite Swedish word right now is Ochså, Also. (Say it oak-so, with the first syllable in the back of your throat.) Och (said with so slight a k-sound that it's almost oh -- no Engineering Officer impressions, please) is And; I love the relationship!]