Boats, Beers & Bottle-bruises
Getting ready for work I dropped a champagne bottle on my leg and had to get 7 stiches! And to make it worse, we were due on the boat before 11.30am – so I hoped my colleagues would uphold the old pirate saying, “dead men tell no tales” and not leave without me! Into the Uber at 11:10AM I called ahead to make sure I was heading to the correct place. I wasn’t… apparently, Woollahra and Woolloomooloo aren’t the same place. I’ve only been in Sydney a few months and it’s somewhat larger than my village in Berkshire. You can tell I’m not lying by the shade of milk my skin has – see the picture to the right…
Arriving at the port only 15 minutes late, everyone cheered as I finally boarded our catamaran, “The Obsession” (at least that’s how I remember it). No delay as our captain was straight into the safety brief, and away we sailed.
Despite the heavy rain in the morning, the sun came out and it seemed to become the perfect day to be sailing around the harbour. Our first stop was a jump rock near Vaucluse. Even though the sun was out, it was still only in the low twenties and once we got to the rock a strong wind hit us, so whilst some of the guys grabbed their coats, only the brave summoned up the courage to actually jump in the water and make it up to the rock. Despite the strong current on the way over they all made it, climbed up the oyster crusted crevices and plunged into the water below. The workout continued though as they ferociously tried to beat the current swimming back to the boat. We even had to employ the help of a life ring to help the stragglers getting swept away into the Tasman Sea.
Right: Joe being ex-navy, is also this casual in sea-storms.