Morning, noon and evening simple meals are served in white Styrofoam boxes to the bunk bed. More or less it is always the same: Plain steamed rice, some vegetable and a tiny piece of egg or a kind of indefinable meat and a plastic cup of mineral water. In the lower class, life is considerably less comfortable.
There are too many people lying side by side on the floor, squeezed between their luggages. Some could rent mattresses. Luckily, the sea is relatively calm.
But when the swell gets occasionally stronger, it gets very quiet in the dormitory. Then we hear vomiting. One woman is very sick for hours.
Apart from sea sickness, she is badly shivering ceaselessly. We offer her some tables, which unfortunately do not help. It could well be that she has contracted Dengue or Malaria. It does not look too good for her. Now and then, Emil visits our LandCruiser down in the hull which is squeezed unlashed between equally unsecured fully loaded trucks. Under our car, already two inches of water is flowing.
I closed the two doors as good as I could, because from the four iron bars three are missing. Our guess is that it is too hot for the truck drivers who sleep in their cars to save money. Thus they open the small side doors, being less than one meter above sea level, to get some fresh air in and do not care afterwards about it any more.
