To Lizard Island
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Tue 5 Jul 2016 22:27
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To Lizard
Island
  We left our slot
at 09:30 and were soon out of Marlin Marina, a
long two weeks of jobs, chores, shopping and rally meetings behind
us.
 Adam on
Serica waved as we passed the anchorage, he’ll be on his way on
the morrow.
  We had a good test of ‘things staying
in their place’ as two fast ferries overtook us in the channel causing quite big
waves. Then all was peaceful and calm. Ahead
Afar VI who have to nip in to Port Douglas
for a bit of rigging work. It will be fun seeing rally boats on the AIS and
chums of course.
 Looking back for our final look at Cairns.
 A fishing
girl on her way in after a night out.
 A working
girl towing her charge.
 The chap in the
tow waved vigorously from his position – feet up reading his
newspaper.
 The
afternoon sped by, lots of boats out and about to see. So good to be back
doing what we love – best described to a non-sailor as bike riding. You really
want to enjoy the afternoon taking in the beautiful scenery as you pedal along.
Not so much fun when you have to stop to adjust the seat, a puncture repair or
worse, take your trusty steed in to a workshop for serious maintenance or
repair.
  Doesn’t take some people long to get
back into the rhythm of life at sea. I enjoyed a chum, too far away to see her name.
   Bear tucked into chicken salad and a requested dollop of mash as I took in
the sunset.
 My 18:00 to 22:00 was very quiet, just
us kids out here with Kereru a couple of miles behind.
 Overnight Bear had a couple of chums,
all I had was a warship coming the other way. I went to bed at six with the day just waking.
 Third
Island and a chum
as first mate slept soundly.
 I got up to see Seabird Island, not far to go now.
 Lizard
Island a few miles away.
  Bamboozle in the anchorage, we could see a spot
well tucked in beside the reef on the left of the other
boats. A couple of lemon sharks came to say ‘hello’, they do this to all
new boats in – just in case a snack is available.
  Somewhere just off the beach are the remains of Mrs Watson’s house. Away to
the right a ‘get away from it all’ exclusive forty villa
resort.
 To our right Hybresail (who welcomed us in on the radio), they
invited us to the beach at four for smoked fish and a get together.
 Eleven thirty, anchor down, 143 miles
under our belt – just over a quarter of the way to check-out on Thursday Island,
for now enjoy the blue water, then a walk on the
beach and a snorkel before sundowners.
ALL IN ALL THRILLED TO BE AT
SEA ONCE MORE
WONDERFUL TO BE ON THE
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