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 …
My eye has been on Lord Howe Island as a destination for many many years. My former boss at my university job had regaled me with the story of his horror sail to the island, and I’ve read several others. I remained undeterred. Sailing was pretty much the only option – it’s so bloody expensive …
A beautiful day. The Brisbane sun is much more tolerable when you are moving through the water on your vessel, away from the sludge of the river. For those of you who don’t know, the Gold Coast Seaway is this weird channel (one of quite a few) that runs from Moreton Bay all the way …
It’s an oddly comforting feeling turning up in places that you have some familiarity with. True, we often don’t penetrate further than a kilometre or so inland, but we do have to forage for supermarkets, boat parts, bulk food shops, libraries etc and this means that we get a reasonable knowledge of the area we …
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 …
We left Franklin in the care of Grant and put the Huon River behind us – not sure of where we would get to before stopping. Leaving the river took quite a while, and we decided to head to Copper Alley Bay for another ride on our friend’s mooring. The time there was almost a …