We are tied to the dock up the Brisbane River. No more open ocean. FINALLY.
Last night was a rough ride. The waves ripped the one inside corner of the trampoline off the hull (broke the ropes which lash it onto the hull), thank god I did not walk there at night, it would have been a death hole. Just a nice man sized gaping hole where you would expect the tramp to be, exactly where you step off the foredeck to walk to the front! I re-lashed it with a fresh rope, its good as new, but OH MY GOD. A man trap in every sense of the word. Straight to Davey Jone's Locker.
Coming around Moreton Island was another hairy experience. The channel we used to come in turned out to be virtually silted closed, I think we are the first boat through there in many years, it was crazy, all eyes glued to the sounder, watching the bottom come up.
But enough of that. Here we are are!
We have been checked in, customs, immigration and quaranteen have come and gone. The Q guy took almost all the food on the boat and all the garbage. The fridge and pantry has been cleaned out. And we got this cleaning service for only 390 Oz dollars, what a bargain.
Off to bed. Our bodies wont know what to do with all the sleep?
Thanks so much everyone for following our little adventure, for all the encouragement, support and information, especially you, Trevor!
Thanks, thanks, thanks.
Can this be the last blog entry?
Big hugs
G