Today was defined by two things: extreme tiredness and extreme dizziness.
I’m slightly puzzled by the tiredness, given that it wasn’t a late night and my trip to Rottnest wasn’t particularly active (unlike my fellow travellers who are all saddle-sore). Seems that any break from the norm takes its toll these days.
The dizziness is even more unexpected. It’s akin to your ears still ringing the day after going to see a concert. Except this is more like the ground magically transforming into rolling waves every time I sit down. It’s disconcerting, nauseating, and gets so bad that I think about heading home early. I don’t. The feeling starts to wear off later in the afternoon, but I’m amazed that a one hour boat trip can come with such a physiological after-shock.