Monday, 29 Jan: Lots of surge throughout the night. As the various mooring lines pull tight we are treated to jerking inside CB and loud creaks from the mooring cleats, as the lines snatch. Sleep was possible only with ear plugs.
We now have 9 mooring lines out to hold CB, and yet again they need adjusting. Glen installs a rubber-snubber, a device to take the snatching out of the rope that is under strain, but within minutes it breaks in two. Holy Cow …. this surge is fiercely strong!
Ellie heads off for a reef dive at midday and is back an hour later looking a little chilly. Not the ideal visibility due to the swell but she seems to have enjoyed it and the dive master has speared a few Lion fish.
What is left of the afternoon we use to do a Mount Gay rum tour. It turns out to be just a promotion film followed by a rum tasting. It’s a bit of a swiz for US$20 each! But we guess they need to make money out of the tourists that flood off the cruise ships, daily. We feel like saying: “we are not one of them, we sailed here ourselves!”
On the way home, Ellie spots a moonbow: a rainbow in the moonlight. What these astrophysicists can see is amazing!
We have a lovely last dinner with Ellie, the best food yet, at Fish Pot restaurant, next to the beach. Glad we didn’t eat there the first night, otherwise all food since then would have been a let-down. As we eat we reminisce the best moments of the last 4 weeks together. It sure is going to be quiet after she flies off back to Perth tomorrow 🙁
We sit in the yacht club in the evening and finally manage to upload the trans-Atlantic photo albumn to Facebook. And as we do so we spot one of the Atlantic Challenge rowing boats moored by itself on the tender dock just below us. And to think that we were wobbling about in the Atlantic, this little boat is wobbling even in the marina! We guess the occupants must have headed for a warm shower and welcome bed as soon as they arrived. 6 weeks at sea, rowing …. not for us, thanks very much, no Sir-ee!