C-Sickness (where C stands for Cliff)

    I've never been seasick before. I guess never having been on a small tug boat bobbing along some choppy coastline would explain that. Heading south to the Bay of Naples, I thought I might get my first taste of ocean-induced nausea, but after multiple ferries to Capri, the only headache I came away with was a result of the sun rather than the sea.
    It wasn't until I headed further south to the Amalfi Coast that my first bout of nausea hit. Surprisingly, it wasn't from the waves -- the swift hydrofoils I rode on while sailing the coast were smoother than the NYC subway. In fact, it was on a bus from Amalfi to Positano that the sickness first set in. It is no exaggeration when people speak of buses recklessly swerving around the coast's sharp cliffs. Every time a big turn comes up, the driver lets out a long honk just in case there's another vehicle zooming round the bend. For the most part though, it's just a nimble driving hand and good eyesight that keep the bus on the road. (And after quite a few rides, there's some good luck thrown in there.)
    Midway through the trip, I could tell that the uneasy feeling in my stomach wasn't from hunger and it wasn't from the sun. I was as close to seasick as I've ever been. I closed my eyes to keep from seeing the winding road ahead. Ironic, I thought -- my first time feeling seasick, and it's bus honks instead of fog horns keeping me awake.