Life Abroad

Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night and been absolutely ravenous, as in, you MUST have something to eat or you will surely DIE kind of hungry? Well, that sometimes happens to me. The thing is, on a boat, this is el missione grande. The boat's been rolling around all over the place due to a rather major south-westerly swell and I ALWAYS wake up when it's like this. Anyways, I absolutely HAD to have something to eat. Now, the galley is RIGHT above the owner's cabin and they can basically hear a pin drop on the floor, the captain's cabin is right opposite mine and he wakes up and does a full inspection of the boat if he hears any "strange noises", it's ridiculous . Anyways, all this means that warding off starvation at 2am is a pretty tricky business. I decided to just go for it, throw caution to the wind, come what may. I tiptoed out my cabin, up the creaky stairs, slid open the galley door, not a peep from the captain (phew), the cupboard doors and built in fridge make a huge noise when you open them so I pretty much had to decide what I wanted (nay, NEEDED) from only one, couldn't go opening all of them, I had ONE shot. I was thinking a bowl of muesli would be good, but that involved opening both the cupboard AND the fridge, so I scrapped that. I couldn't think of anything that was in the fridge, but I opened it anyway, rookie move, there was NOTHING in there, apart from some spaghetti bolognaise that would have required the microwave (big no-no). I saw a Tupperware with some cold porridge and before I knew it, far too hastily, I had grabbed it, and a small tub of plain, fat-free Greek yoghurt and some SOUR raspberries. Well, I made it back down to my cabin with my loot and, miraculously, not a peep from the captain, I climbed into bed, ready for my midnight treat, only to realise that I had chosen cold, stodgy porridge, sour, lumpy yoghurt and some sour raspberries, WHAT WAS I THINKING?! Far from the treaty midnight treat I had in mind, hugely disappointing. Meh. Now I want some choc, to get rid of the heinous taste of the sour, slimy cold porridge that just assaulted my mouth. Maybe I should send the deckhand a message and tell him to go get me something, treats are always best when someone brings them to you in bed... "Hey, um, are you awake and if yes can you bring me something nice from the galley. Thanksbyecary", let's see how that one goes down, haha.