As we ready things to leave Deal Island for George Town, two more boats turn up. It’s time to go. I love this place, I love that people visit it – but I don’t want to share it – the very loneliness of the locale leaves me requiring solitude to enjoy it. Meeting caretakers is …
Most of our time in George Town involved preparing to leave… The weather was sublime, so we were able to wash all our clothes and then dry them on the vast clothesline that is Bella Luna. The big shop was completed, the water and fuel topped up. (Although M didn’t top the washing up water …
There was a marked contrast pulling into George Town for the second time. When we arrived there a few weeks ago we were exhausted, the wind was difficult and it took us a few tries to position ourselves properly at the pontoon. This time, rested from over a week on the river and with the …
We all walk to the petrol station, about a kilometre away around the river and up a bit. M has his beloved haversack (his joy stems from buying it for $27 on eBay from a woman who had bought it new for over $300 and had used it once) into which we can fit a …
Rain. Wind. Cold, cold wind. M slept in until 11am. Thrillingly, I was awoken by a small DB at 7am. I spent the rest of the day feeling somewhat zombie-like, as if I still had a lot of sleep to catch up on. When the weather cleared in the mid afternoon, we went for a …