Mr Cool.

Could anyone be more relaxed than Mr. Tsoukaris?

The reason I'm saying this, is because, we have finally dropped anchor. It went completely without incident. PURELY because Mr. T was on board, guiding us, r e l a x i n g us, and generally being support team numero uno.

We are getting set to welcome in the new year. We have a brilliant vantage point from here in Double Bay, and are excited about tomorrow night.

Today however is a family affair - Dan has been coming and going with his mate Jake, Alex and Phoebe have just arrived for a couple of nights, and so Cooks and Roo are in HEAVEN with their big brothers on board.

Will take lots of pics tomorrow evening, and hopefully at least one will work out..... x


Double Bay


Xave checking the weather


Alex


Alex, Phoebe & Cooks

Mermaids

Everyone loves mermaids. No?

We definately do, so when visiting a local attraction recently, we gleefully noticed a 'mermaid appearance' about to begin.
Thrilled, we rushed with eager anticipation to the performance pool for some cool mermaid action.

Is it even possible to get a mermaid wrong?

Unfortunately, YES.

very, very, wrong....

There were 2 mermaids making an appearance that day. One was, to be fair, quite lovely - smiling prettily, swimming prettily, wet hair falling prettily. It was the other one who concerned me.... she firstly, spent most of her time flailing about on the surface of the pool, sticking her bum in the air trying to imitate a (mermaid?). It didn't work. Her tail was so full of air, that she couldn't submerge & each time she lifted her head out of the water, her face was covered with her sodden hair. Seriously, it was pretty funny. She also had the most enormous boobs which did NOT fit into her bikini top. Now, I can appreciate a great set of boobs as much as the next bloke, but has anyone ever seen a mermaid with tan marks? I think NOT - the falling out bits were flouro white and positively glowing.

So, back to the 'appearance'. One might assume that they would do a bit of a swim routine. Maybe dive into the pool at opposite ends, swim under water for a bit, then reappear together in the middle to perch on a rock, sing a luring song or the like.....that would be a fair assumption wouldn't it? Well, they swam a bit, for about 30 seconds, separately, then the 'host' asked if anyone had any questions. At this point, Xave (whose eyes I might say were glued to the mermaids) pipes up and asks the host to ask the mermaids where they'll be on New Years Eve? Classy. Every dad in the audience snickered, obviously thinking the same thoughts.... Xave then proceeded to practically harass Roo to ask exceptionally intelligent questions for a 5 year old in the hope of getting the girls to notice the clever kid's dad again...

Pathetic. And Roo didn't play the game anyway.

The worst bit (for Xave) tho' was realising after the appearance had finished, that there was an underwater viewing area.
Never mind dear. Next time.

um, where's the boat?

Yep. not kidding.

After spending the day off the boat today, we returned to the marina at 5 ish.

We parked the car.

We looked out towards the boat.

Xave: UM, AL, WHERE'S THE BOAT?

Panicked, we scanned the horizon to find Awaitea had dragged her mooring about 50 metres to the right, and was drifting dangerously close to another yacht. Xave high tailed it down to the water, whilst I kept the kids busy and out of the way. Thankfully a quick witted bloke from a neighbouring yacht had already called the water police who arrived just prior to Xave & the qw bloke who had offered to help.

The WP towed us back to our original spot where we picked up an alternative buoy.

Note. The wind was blowing like CRAZY from the west today. Apparently there were some serious gusts which were evidently strong enough to take Awaitea & her mooring (which is attached by rope & chain to a concrete block lodged in the mud!) on a bit of a joy ride. Joyous.

Alls well that ends well tho'. Just a bit of drama to keep us on our toes.

The wind has died down now and poses no serious threat, so hopefully we WILL be able to sleep tonight.

Hopefully.

'tis the season

.....to get on a party boat on Sydney Harbour apparently.

We must be moored on the party boat route. Increasingly our nights are spiked with the sounds of work Christmas parties.

Last night was no exception......

Last night we were treated to all sorts of tunes including:

Zorba
Jacko
Barnesy.

One catamaran hosted 15 big blokes (who were at the inebriated point of yelling rather than talking) huddled on the front left hull (that'll be the port bow) - the skipper was perched on the back right (trying to balance the vessel?) and looked like he was having the time of his life. Zorba rang out from that boat... I LOVE Zorba.

Michael Jackson glided past singing about not stopping 'til you get enough and that particular boat bounced. It was a massive thing, strung up with fairy lights, with a top deck crowded with 'talkers' whilst the inside bore the sweaty bouncers. That one looked FUN.

and then Barnesy. Good ol' Barnesy - the Barnsey whose songs fell out of the Aussie pubs in London, or the backpackers in Bangkok with the anthem Khe Sanh. That was a medium sized boat, with purple lighs, and carried - I imagine - a hundred or so 40 somethings being transported back to London or Bangkok and their early 20's. They knew all the words.

That was 3 of many who rock & rolled past us last night. It's festive. I love it.... and sends me on a trip down memory lane. I wonder what the boats will have in store for us tonight....

excuse me, oops, hang on, sorry, MOVE!

The war cry of our boat.

We are home. 3 weeks away is apparently enough to make oneself have to re-develop a tolerance to the rolling of the boat. Last night I felt quite sick, but today I'm fine. (don't think it had anything to do with the g & t's but I may be wrong...)

We also have to readjust to the lack of space. Hence last night's war cry, and Roo has to readjust to being on the top bunk - he fell out of the bed for the first time last night. This morning he thinks I'm a liar - 'no I didn't' (said with much dude 'tude).

The boat has survived our absence with only a handful of leaks - Xave is beginning the onerous task of finding out why and from where. The spiders have made good use of our absence, apparently spinning webs like maniacs and making new homes in all the nooks and crannies.

I'm scared to move things.

It used to do my head in, wondering how on earth our boat could keep filling up with these 8 legged creatures, until someone told me that the incy wincy little spider babies, clinging to their webs for dear life, fly through the air on gusts of wind and get caught on the stays.. . Beauty. Thrilled with that.

Below are a handful of recent pics.



The beautiful harbour at Nelson Bay.


Looking out over Port Stephens.


Cookie's spider pet (collected from my neck thankyou very much).


Roo at Wellington Point, Brisbane.


All the QLD cousins at Wellington Point.

Boob Tubes.

(40 year old women who have big boobs and have breast fed 2 children should NOT wear boob tubes.)

yeah, sorry about that Xave...

Bloggerblock. .

Well, it's been a while.

This unintentional hiatus, is the result of a few weeks off the boat.

Since being in Sydney, we've spent more time OFF the boat than on it. Not because we're over it, on the contrary, we really miss the old girl, it's just that we've had a few land lubbing things to attend to.

We're also currently having a quick trip up to Brissy (by car - 'quick' and 'trip' with regards to our sailboat is an oxymoron), and are going to scope out a couple of ports & anchorages on the way back down to Sydney... get our bearings, check out the sandbars, entrances, etc... just to get our heads around what we might be in for next year...

Christmas is frighteningly close, so we'll have to lash a lit twig to the mast somehow, fling a bit of tinsel round the joint, upload a very funky Christmas to the music system and [hopefully] it will make up for at least a skerrick of missed family..

We have been spending a lot of time whilst in Brissy in deep water pools, and I'm very relieved to say, that finally Roo can hold his own in the deep water. Thank God. Cooks is also the proud owner of a good old pair of floaties, which seem to out perform any fandangle new buoyancy thingo that is on the market now. Go the Floaties.

The next two weeks we will be getting Awaitea ready for my Mum and Dad to visit, completing the shade structures, and fixing a nagging battery problem. Just the usual suspects.

Can't wait to get back on Awaitea next week, and for the hilarity of our lives to recommence.

Look out. x