We've had shitty weather for a few days now, but just within working limits. This is the worst kind of weather as the boat is oriented at the best heading for configuration with the ROV, which isn't necessarily the best heading for its occupants. If the weather gets beyond working limits the ROV will be brought back on deck, the skipper will point the bows into the wind and we'll all be a lot more comfortable.
It wasn't too bad before I started shift this afternoon, but now we've got 40 knot winds and nearly 4 meter seas, so fingers crossed the ROV will be pulled soon!
I've had enough now. No proper sleep for 3 nights (days) and getting saturated with the work. I just want off and there's about a week to go. I'm getting worried I'll turn up at my next job like a vegetable.
When you're tired you start thinking...
It's my 49th straight shift and I'm missing my girls...
I'm starting to miss some simple Isaan food... a larb moo would be great (so long as it's pet nit noi)...
Oh... and nearly forgot...
It's been 51 days... and I'm also missing...
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