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Small DB and I were driven to the airport by T and the Mothership at four in the morning, and we remain most grateful – our trip home was a breeze (if you skip over the part where security took my Swiss Army Knife that I stupidly left in my carry-on bag and put it …
The white sand and transparent water of Wineglass Bay were somehow far more beautiful than I remembered. The first thing I did was jump into the water – my last Tasmanian swim for quite some time. We were anchored alongside GonYonda and our combined Smalls rowed themselves to the beach each day and spent hours …
We took our leave of my new favourite place before 6am on 17 November 2018. Conditions were clear and calm. I photographed everything as we departed our mooring on North Passage. The light was ethereal. There was no wind. The sky was clear. The swell was low and M was able to hold the mooring …
By the time we arrived on Santo, anchored off Beachfront Resort, I was SO READY for some urban life. That would be a guarranteed fruit and vegetable market and a supermarket. Luganville ticked both these boxes. I’m happy to rough it, but when food supplies get low after six weeks going from island to island, …
She landed on all four paws. Honey the BoatCat was my midlife crisis. The Italian man I couldn’t resist, the Ferrari I had to have. So it should not be any great surprise that it didn’t work out. Honey is a gorgeous feisty fuzzbot, but, as it turns out, fundamentally unsuited to life on a …
It was *hard* leaving Middle Percy Island. One of the downsides of finding people with whom you connect, is having to leave and continue on the journey, not knowing when you might meet up again. Our Treehouse friends were difficult to leave behind – if it wasn’t for the battalions of sandflies eating every exposed …