No, not the rum drink that according to some makes you feel less dark and or less stormy, but our last night at sea on our passage to Australia. It sort of was the perfect ending to a sailing adventure that started in cold and foggy weather, progressed to nice days with no wind, then a few days of sailing that were incredible, then to having our weather guy suggest we motor when we can�'t sail to avoid having to finish our passage in adverse winds and seas. We had predicted a passage of no more than 8 days, it took 13 to complete. We plotted a course that covered 1458 nm, and actually logged 1649 nm of which 75 were miles we gave up to adverse currents. To assist in placing the last night at sea in perspective I will share one bit of information on how difficult most countries make it to enter legally. The rule is you must notify the Australian government at least 96 hours in advance of arrival or face very large fines. The AUS government is reasonable in it�'s understanding that visitors arriving on private vessels may not be able to accurately predict their arrival date and time. So they require this 96 hour advance arrival notification with the caveat that you keep them informed of any change in your plans. Being a good citizen of the world, I endeavored to comply. The initial 96-hour requirement was met by a detailed email stating we were leaving New Zealand on May 22nd and expected to arrive Bundaberg, AU on May 31st. All of that fit with our normal planning for passages. There were five emails to the same government officials adjusting our arrival date and time. The last two are instructive. The first of those indicated we would arrive between midnight and 0500 Tuesday morning. In that email I indicated little wind and adverse current as slowing us down. The last of the two indicated our arrival was further delayed due to gale force winds with the accompanying seas directly on the nose, allowing us to make forward progress at between 1 and 3 kts. To suggest that frustration was rampant would be an understatement. First no wind, then way too much for comfort. On the last night, and following day for that matter, seas were at least 2-3 meters, coming from more than one direction. As soon as we could get some speed up a series of waves would push us off course, speed dropping to a kt or so. It literally took 36 hours to cover the last 125 miles. (Continued from last night) Sleep overtook me as I was writing this last night; suffice it to say the entire crew slept well in spite of the quiet and calm of the Q anchorage. We are now tied to the Customs/Immigration dock waiting for the officials to inspect us; the cats and the boat. So, More later�...�....