Ah the Gold Coast. Southport, to be specific. Home to the lumbering elderly, the down and out, the fucked up druggies, people decamping from other countries, and a few who have built humpies on rafts, whacked on an outboard motor and floated them out into Bum’s Bay, where they’re photographed from the air every seven …
Over two and a half weeks in this joint and a large part of it has felt quite fraught. The travel immunisations we had really knocked around the members of the crew who have an autoimmune disease (i.e not M) – who have correspondingly caught some kind of snot/sore throat / general malaise kind of …
There was not a lot of sorrow entangled in leaving the Gold Coast. It’s a fun place to stop, and we were thankful for a protected place to anchor – but the helicopters flying overhead every half an hour were starting to do my head in. As I’ve written before – the foreshore is full …
Our first day here, anchored with 52 other boats in Bum’s Bay, was sunshiney and gorgeous. And then the past five days have brought an EPIC weather system that has included more rain than we have previously encountered, high winds (though we are well protected from them) and crazy seas. If I had organised a …
We left Brisbane at daybreak, found a 24 hour fulel dock at City Gate Marina, dropped $120 on diesel/petrol and filled our totally empty water tanks. It felt good to be on the move. The longer I was in Brisbane, the more I liked it, but I because simultaneously less and less enaboured of the …