Despite the meatballs in the night drunkenly stumbling in switching on the light and waking everyone else up with their intelligible ramblings I still took my stuff outside the dorm early in the morning to pack to get ready to set sail for the Whitsundays in the afternoon. Stupid Britishness in me.
Spending some time down by the lagoon I watched a Bi-Plane doing acrobatics overhead as the guy in the back probably wondered why he'd paid to have his breakfast forced back out of him at 1000ft. Went down to the boat's marina office in a last hope of switching to a bigger boat but getting the same story as yesterday "We need 7 days notice" from a real sullen face woman behind the desk who looked like she hadn't smiled since Captain Cook first plotted the islands.
Waiting by the dock side a number of boats were setting off today as people gave sideways glances wondering which crazed loon they'd be holed up with for the next 3 days. A quick roll call from Greg our on board French dive instructor dude revealed an international crew of Korean, Japanese, Taiwanese, German, French, Austrian, English and Scottish. Being led down through the marina we cruelly walked past some large flash looking racing yachts and powerboats to arrive at our little tub as I wondered if all 19 of us were gonna fit on it. Still it is the crew that makes the journey, or so I kept telling myself. "Think were gonna need a bigger boat." The group did appear a good bunch straight from the off, being told though to speak only English on board during the pre-sailing boat briefing also explaining in a little too much detail the boat's toilet plumbing to number of crew specifics. With being asked to all speak English as a means to get everyone talking with each other it simply resulted in everyone spending the next hour trying to learn a little Japanese, Mandarin, Korean and German. Wunderbar!
By the time it was dinner, steak for the 3rd time in a week, we had giving up trying to remember each others name and so just referred to each other by country. Speaking to team England a.k.a Rachel we realized that we were both on Fraser Island at the same time along with Team Austria noting that he arrived directly after me using the same company and complaining of a broken vehicle. Whistles. After an amazing golden sunset filling the horizon the sky was soon filled with millions of stars as clear as I've ever seen them away from any city lights as Phil our Aussie skipper anchored us in a bay just off Whitsunday Island for the night, being accompanied by some flying fish as we sailed in.
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