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Drama in Barbuda

05 April 2012 | Trellis Bay, BVI
Barbuda, Feb 20-24, 2012

As we are starting to settle in our perfect cruising lifestyle, this week has been a reminder that things can go wrong very quickly if you let your guard down.

We went to Barbuda on advice from our friends on IMAGINE, their kids claiming it has the best beach in the world, 11 mile beach. Several guides also describe the beaches as the perfect Caribbean Cocktail (turquoise water, pink hue where the sea washes over, white fine sand), and apparently on a good day, the green colour of the water reflects onto the clouds. Well, let me add another colour palette: grey. Steel grey water, greeny grey from the land, and flannel grey from the clouds…Admittedly we didn’t time our crossing from Deep Bay, Antigua very well. For 4 hours, we had to deal with a cold front which followed us all the way to Barbuda, drowning us under sheets of rain, in a confused swell. Meanwhile, we listened to a drama at sea on the VHF, with a 49ft English yacht called RESTING GOOOSE putting out a mayday call after running aground on a reef on Antigua’s eastern side. (That was near the very place we had been driving around 2 days ago, and it looked so peppered with shoals and reefs we decided then we would not sail thru there.) Luckily the yacht didn’t take on water and between the French MRCC (Maritime Rescue Coordination Centre), Antigua Coastguards, and the help of nearby yachts, she was eventually pulled off the reef, and towed to Jolly Harbour. This is the second time we hear this kind of incident on the radio (the previous one was a charter boat sinking off the island of St Vincent), and we have nothing but respect for the people from French MRCC whose work area seems to cover not only the French waters but beyond.

All went back to normal when we finally anchored off Cocoa Point, on the SW coast as just on cue, the clouds disappeared and the grey shades turned into a magnificent collection of turquoise, pale pink, pearly white and bright green. Just like the guide said! As a bonus, the wind and swell took a holiday, allowing us and our French friends on MIAOUSS to enjoy 3 perfect days of swimming, beach walks and picnics, games, sunset drinks, and a memorable birthday beach party for their 12yo son Xavier.

Then, day 4 brought along its fair share of excitement. We first woke up to the sound of a helicopter, which we assumed was coming in to drop off guests at the ultra-private Cocoa Pt. Lodge (the resort is like a private club, they own the land on the whole point, though not the beach and operate their own airfield where guests can land and take off in total privacy). It turned out to be a unit from the French Securite Civile who had flown from Guadeloupe to carry out a medical evacuation on a charter boat anchored a few hundred meters from us. Unlike the ARC safety demonstration in Las Palmas, this was the real thing and we watched a ballet of divers, doctors and stretcher being dropped down on this Lagoon 500, the victim and her entourage whisked away on the dinghy to the point where the helicopter was waiting (after duly getting permission from the Cocoa Pt. Lodge). So once again, it was MRCC to the rescue, and we all joked that it’s lucky the French are here to save the cruising people. Later that day, a northerly swell started to build up quite a lot, producing a surf along the beach, great for anyone wanting to body surf, no so good for landing or launching a dinghy off the beach. We swam to the beach with the kids and Christophe and daughter Sophie from MIAOUSS, and while the young ones played in the sand, we went to help some English people who had troubles getting their dinghy back in the water. They had been caught by a wave already and lost their outboard. There were 3 of them, one fit looking man in his mid-forties and an elderly couple who clearly could not hold the boat thru the waves, let alone get on it. While Terry and the fit looking guy pulled the dinghy thru the surf, Christophe carried the woman and rolled her over the side in the boat like a sack of potatoes. She was in shock and could not move or say a thing. I don’t know how the old man (her husband I presume) got on the boat, as another wave came in and lifted the bow of the dinghy, which caught all of us off our feet. I was holding the side of the boat, but was thrown off balance and all I remember is going under, feeling the dinghy land over me, pushing it away with my hands and feet and thinking to myself “what a dumb way to drown”, then finally gasping for air when the wave receded along with the boat. When I finally came up and turned around, I had lost my sunglasses and could vaguely see Terry and Christophe maybe 10 metres away in the deep end, the dinghy and its crew safely on board rowing out to sea, the boys yelling out to check if I was OK, which miraculously I was. Luckily the dinghy was small and light, so I managed to extricate myself from under it and as the outboard engine had been ripped out by a previous wave, there was no risk of me being hit by the blades or the shaft. Still, it was scary and I am extremely annoyed to have lost my perfectly good pair of sunglasses. Terry and Christophe spent ages looking for them in the surf, but I suspect they’re on their way to Antigua by now. Oh well, better have an extra item on the St Martin shopping list than having to call French MRCC!

We were not done with the swell though. We had booked a taxi the next day to take us and MIAOUSS into town for the boat clearance and a morning boat trip into the lagoon to watch the birds’ sanctuary. As the surf was still going strong, the question was: how do we get on the beach? Terry had this perfect plan to drop us off as close as possible to the shore so we could swim to the beach, then reverse and anchor the dinghy off for the day. It all went perfectly well (Anne and I jumped in the surf, Marc throwing in the waterproof bag with cameras and dry clothes inside) until the outboard which was not locked into position properly, refused to reverse. Then I watched from the beach a repeat of yesterday, though this time scarier, with Terry and Marc left in our 350kilos tender, as a wave picked them up and threw them on the sand. Luckily they both held on, and it didn’t overturn, but we ended up with a boat full of salt water, battery compartment flooded, and engine propeller full of sand. MIAOUSS watched the drama from their boat and quickly arrived on the scene, and helped us drag our dinghy safely up the beach (it takes at least 5-6 people to move this thing on the sand!) With the taxi waiting, and all of us panting from the effort we decided to live it there and head into town anyway. The boat wasn’t going anywhere and with luck the swell would be down later in the day.

Which it was! That was probably the best news of the day. When we returned from the village of Codrington, loaded with beer, Terry laid out his plan for safe launching of the dinghy: Marc was sent out with the anchor in deep water, we all pushed the boat down the beach thru the (now small) surf, Marc was made to climb inboard and pull against the anchor line out to sea, while the rest of us swam out. Amazingly (or luckily as Terry said), the engine started and the propeller ran though it sounded like someone with a sore throat. Still, we all cheered, thanked our friends on MIAOUSS for their help, went for a spin around the anchorage, then stowed the dinghy away. No more trips to the beach, unless you swim there. Even then, only Marc and Xavier were keen enough (a way to avoid schoolwork??). The rest of us decided a stiff drink was in order to recover from the excitement.

In case you wonder, we did have a fabulous time in Barbuda; in fact our tour of the island will be the subject of another post. Lessons were learned though; don’t be careless as accidents can happen anywhere anytime.

Barbuda, 20-24 Février, 2012

Juste au moment où on commençait à prendre notre rythme de croisière, cette semaine nous a rappelé que les choses peuvent très vite tourner au drame au moindre moment d’inattention.

Nous nous sommes rendus a Barbuda, sur le conseil de nos amis sur IMAGINE, dont les enfants ont proclame que c’est là que l’on trouve la plus belle plage du monde, 11 Mile Beach. Plusieurs guides décrivent aussi les plages comme un cocktail tropical idéal (eaux turquoise, teinte rose en bordure de mer, du fin sable blanc), et apparemment par beau jour, les nuages reflètent la couleur verte de la mer. Pour ma part, je voudrais rajouter du gris à cette palette de couleur. Le gris acier de l’eau, le gris bronze de la terre vue de loin, le gris flanelle des nuages…Il faut admettre qu’on n’avait pas choisi le bon moment pour notre traversée depuis Deep Bay, Antigua. Pendant 4 heures, un front froid nous a suivis jusqu'à Barbuda, nous noyant sous des rideaux de pluie dans une mer agitée. Entre temps, on écoutait un drame se jouer sur la VHF, avec un voilier anglais de 49 pieds appelé RESTING GOOSE, qui venait de lancer un MAYDAY après s’être échoué sur un récif sur la côte est d’Antigua (on avait repéré cette région 2 jours avant lors de notre balade en voiture, et en voyant les hauts fonds et les récifs on avait décidé de ne pas s’y aventurer). Heureusement le voilier ne prenait pas l’eau et entre le CROSSAG (Centre Régional Opérationnel de Surveillance et de Sauvetage Antilles Guyane), les gardes cotes d’Antigua, et l’assistance d’autres bateaux environnants, il a finalement été remis à flot et remorque jusqu'à Jolly Harbour. En fait, c’est la deuxième fois qu’on entend ce genre d’incident sur la VHF (la dernière fois, il s’agissait d’un bateau de location qui a coulé au large de St Vincent), et nous avons énormément d’admiration et de respect pour le personnel du CROSS dont la zone d’activité semble couvrir bien au-delà des eaux françaises.

Tout est revenu dans l’ordre quand nous avons finalement mouille a Cocoa Point, à la pointe sud-ouest de l’ile et les nuages ont disparu au bon moment, le gris laissant la place à une multitude de couleurs magnifiques : turquoise, rose pale, blanc nacre et vert éclatant ; comme sur les brochures ! En prime, le vent et la houle se sont calmes, ce qui nous a permis de savourer 3 jours de bonheur avec nos amis sur MIAOUSS. Au programme : plage, ballades, pique-niques, apéros au couchant, et une grande fête d’anniversaire pour les 12 ans de leur fils Xavier.

Puis, le 4eme jour nous a fourni une bonne dose de sensations fortes. A commencer par le bruit d’un hélicoptère au réveil, qu’on pensait être la navette qui dépose les clients du très chic Cocoa Pt Lodge (ce resort est comme un club prive, qui occupe toute la pointe à part la plage, et possède son propre aérodrome ou les clients peuvent aller et venir en toute intimité). Et bien non, en fait, c’était une unité de la Securite Civile dépêchée depuis la Guadeloupe pour un rapatriement sanitaire sur un bateau de location mouille a quelques centaines de mètres de nous. Contrairement à la démonstration organisée par l’ARC à Las Palmas, cette fois c’était pour de vrai et on a assisté à un véritable ballet de plongeurs, médecins et brancard treuilles sur ce Lagoon 500, la victime et son entourage emmenés en annexe sur le champ vers l’hélico qui les attendait à la pointe (après avoir obtenu la permission d’atterrir) Donc encore une fois, le CROSSAG est venu à la rescousse, et on plaisante a moitié en disant qu’heureusement que les français sont là pour sauver les plaisanciers en difficultés. Un peu plus tard, la houle du nord est revenue, produisant des vagues déferlantes le long de la plage, super pour faire du bodysurf, pas génial par contre pour mettre à l’eau ou débarquer une annexe. On décida d’aller à la plage à la nage avec les enfants et Christophe et sa fille Sophie (de MIAOUSS), et pendant que les jeunes jouaient dans le sable, nous sommes allés aider des anglais qui avaient du mal à remettre leur annexe à l’eau. Une vague les avait renverses auparavant et ils avaient perdu leur moteur. Ils étaient 3, un homme d’une quarantaine d’années, assez en forme, et un couple plus âgé qui n’arrivait pas à tenir le bateau dans les vagues, encore moins à y grimper. Pendant que Terry et le gars en forme tiraient l’annexe au large, Christophe a carrément pris la vielle dame dans ses bras et l’a basculée dans le bateau comme un sac de pommes de terre ! Inutile de dire qu’elle était en état de choc, et elle ne pouvait plus bouger ou dire quoi que ce soit. Quant au vieil homme (son époux, je suppose), je ne peux pas vous dire comment il s’est retrouve à bord, car une autre déferlante est arrivée, et a soulevé l’étrave de l’annexe, qui nous a tous bascule. Je tenais le bateau sur le cote, mais j’ai perdu l’équilibre et tout ce dont je me souviens, c’est me retrouver sous l’eau, sentant l’annexe flotter au-dessus de moi, faisant des pieds et des mains pour la repousser et me disant que « ce serait vraiment bête de se noyer comme ça », et toute haletante quand la vague a finalement reflue avec l’annexe. Quand j’ai refait surface, je me suis retournée, mes lunettes de soleil disparues sous l’eau, je discernais Terry et Christophe à une bonne dizaine de mètres, l’annexe avait son équipage a bord qui ramait vers le large à toute vitesse, et les garçons qui criaient en demandant si tout allait bien. Oui, par miracle. Heureusement l’annexe était petite et légère, j’ai donc pu m’en dégager facilement, et comme leur moteur avait été arrache par une vague auparavant, je ne risquais pas de me faire cogner par l’arbre ou les pales de l’hélice. Plus de peur que de mal donc, mais le plus énervant dans tout ça est d’avoir perdu ma bonne paire de lunettes de soleil (qui sont aussi des lunettes de vue). Terry et Christophe on passe des heures à les chercher dans le sable et les vagues, mais j’ai bien peur qu’elles ne flottent vers Antigua. Positivons quand même, il vaut mieux avoir à en racheter à St Martin que d’appeler le CROSSAG !

On n’en avait pas fini avec la houle pour autant. On avait commandé un taxi le lendemain, pour nous emmener à Codrington, la capitale, pour faire les formalités de sortie et visiter la réserve d’oiseaux. Seulement comme les vagues étaient encore assez grosses, le problème était le suivant: comment débarquer sur la plage ? Terry avait pensé à tous : il nous déposerait le plus près possible pour qu’on puisse arriver sur la plage à la nage, puis il ferait marche arrière et mouillerait l’annexe pour la journée. Tout s’est très bien passe (Anne et moi avons saute à l’eau, Marc nous a lancé le sac étanche contenant l’appareil photo et les vêtements secs), jusqu'à ce que le moteur qui n’était pas fixe correctement refuse de faire marche arrière. Et là j’ai revu la scène de la veille, en plus effrayant cette fois, avec Terry et Marc dans notre annexe de 350 kilos, soulevés par un vague qui les a jetés dans le sable. Heureusement qu’ils se sont accroches et ne se sont pas retournes, il n’en reste que le bateau a fini plein d’eau de mer, le compartiment batterie inonde, et le moteur plein de sable. MIAOUSS a assisté au drame de leur voilier, et sont vite arrives sur scène pour nous aider à remonter l’annexe sur la plage (elle est tellement lourde, on a besoin de 5-6 personnes pour la tirer). Tous pantelant après cet effort, on a décidé de la laisser la pour la journée, comme le taxi attendait, et partir en ville quand même. Apres tout, elle n’allait pas bouger et avec un peu de chance la houle serait moindre plus tard.
Effectivement, les vagues étaient plus gérables, meilleures nouvelles de la journée ! De retour de Codrington, charges de bière, Terry nous dévoila son plan pour la mise à l’eau : Marc fut envoyé lâcher l’ancre dans l’eau le plus loin possible, on a tous pousse l’annexe à travers les (désormais modestes) vagues, Marc est monte à bord et a tiré l’annexe vers le large à l’aide de la ligne de mouillage pendant que tout le monde nageait. A notre grande surprise (ou par chance, selon Terry), le moteur a démarré et l’hélice a fonctionné tout de suite, même si on aurait dit quelqu’un avec une mauvaise toux. N’empêche, on a crié de joie, remercie nos amis MIAOUSS pour leur aide précieuse, fait le tour du mouillage pour tester le moteur et range l’annexe pour le reste du séjour. La plage était désormais hors limite, à moins d’y aller à la nage! Ça n’a pas empêché Marc et Xavier de se lancer (sans doute un moyen d’éviter l’école ??). Pour le reste d’entre nous, un petit verre était le bienvenu pour se remettre des émotions de la journée.

A part ces quelques péripéties, nous avons beaucoup apprécié Barbuda, et le tour de l’ile était tellement fabuleux que ça mérite un billet spécial. Disons que la leçon à retenir est de rester prudent car les accidents peuvent n’importe où et n’importe quand.
Vessel Name: VOAHANGY
Vessel Make/Model: Lagoon 560
Hailing Port: Sydney
Crew: Terry, Voahangy, Marc, Anne Steen
Terry, 71, skipper, ex-pilot, surfer, aerobatics champion, can fix anything, never sea sick, loves a beer, hates the cold, is happiest anchored off a deserted beach. [...]
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2 glorious months, cruising various parts of Fiji. So many different experiences in one country: lush rainforests, colourful indian towns, blue lagoons, traditional villages, great fishing, fancy resorts... And the best part was sharing the cruising with family and friends. Can't beat Fiji with company! Here is a collection of our favourite moments (and there are a few!!!)
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Some of the whales actions we witnessed in Tonga, to read with the Whales action post by Anne!
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Whale watching, snorkelling, bonfires, making new friends...One of the most remote and austere destination, far away from big tourism, with friendly people holding on to their traditions. Weather a bit chilly, but who cares???
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The time finally came to leave...a month of celebrations and sadness!
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Another holiday within the holiday! Spent 13 fantastic days in Whistler, British Columbia joined by Aussie friends David and Denise. First time on skis for them, perfecting camps for Marc and Anne, loads of fun for everyone.
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Nothing like having family and friends coming for a visit in the sun. Lots of eating, drinking, swimming, laughing...showing everyone our small paradise.
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End of school year in Puerto, many get togethers before flying off to Paris for a family Christmas.
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Day of the Dead festival, a friend visiting from Australia, Anne participating in her first martial arts tournament,...As usual a lot of eating and socialising!
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Having visitors means putting on our tour guide hat "Voahangy & Co in Mexico", much exploring and eating: ruins, cenotes, beaches, villages, markets,... . I shared Mexican cooking lessons and was repaid with Dutch baking classes from our French guest. We ate a lot of cakes this month! So much sugar, no candies needed for Halloween this year, just parties...
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This is the slowest month of the year in Mexico: hurricane threats, hot and humid weather, torrential rains drive the tourists away and confine the rest of us indoors. It poured for 22 days non stop! We still managed a dive (in the rain) for Father's Day, a day of all you can eat and drink at the local resort for Terry's birthday, and as usual lots of cooking and eating. Just on cue, the weather cleared at the end of the month for the arrival of Marie Suzanne, a French girlfriend. So lots of touring and catching up. Celebrated Mexican Independence Day all month long (it seems), eating black beans and pork verde!
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No excursions this month. Just hanging around Puerto Aventuras, school, friends, ...Sat thru a couple of storms, torrential rains, big winds...Nowhere to go so more time spent in the galley and writing about it!!!
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Holiday month for everyone: visitors from the USA, kids in and out, parties, US National Day celebration, French National Day celebration, Tulum for a night (bliss...) The start of a new food blog meant a month spent in the galley experimenting. Not much in terms of local food, mostly home cooked French. Chocolate cake anyone?
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Holiday Seasons with old and new friends, provisioning and preparing to leave the USA...
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End of school year performances, lots of baking/cooking for school festivities, Marc hospitalised, first tropical storms testing our nerves, road trip to Belize... Eat ceviche, my latest food addiction!!!
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Lots on! An interesting road trip to the Chiapas region, wonderful ruins of Palenque, green and lush Tabasco, Anne's birthday, Cozumel by boat, Kids sports graduation...Eat chilaquiles, breakfast with a difference.
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Settling down and mixing with the locals: kids are off to school, birthday parties, more of Tulum, unexpected reunion with fellow cruisers. Eat: black bean soup!
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Not much tourism this month. We finally made the decision to stay for the rest of the year. So it's head down with school, get together with cruising friends ( they're passing thru while we stay behind) and switching to "landlubber's" mode. Resolved to eat at home more often, back to healthier diet.
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Exploring the Yucatan peninsula by car, to Uxmal ruins and Merida. More of Tulum. Marc's Birthday. Try Flyboarding. Join in the local community of Puerto Aventuras. Xel-Ha. Discover Playa del Carmen. Eat nachos.
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Landfall in Isla Mujeres, find our way around our new home in Puerto Aventuras, excursion to Coba ruins, discover Tulum, swim with dolphins, eat tacos...
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Our last few weeks (even months) have been spent in Puerto Aventuras, Mexico. Not much cruising for us, more like enjoying company of new friends, safety of a protected harbor, and relaxing for a while, knowing we don't have to go anywhere for a while...
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2 weeks in an island where time has stood still for 50 years! Road trip La havana - Vinales- Cienfuegos - Trinidad - La Havana. Cruise down the west coast, beautiful beaches, good fishing, diving,... Warm waters at last!!!!
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To be enjoyed while reading the post!
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Exploring Charleston and Savannah
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2 weeks shore leave, driving to Shenandoah National Park: lots of hiking, eating "country style" food, looking for bears, avoiding bears...Long drive across to Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, to visit the Wrights brothers memorial and Cape Hatteras.
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Caught up with friends, left the boat on display at the 2012 Boat Show, toured historic downtown and US Naval Academy, watched a football game...welcome to the US sailing capital!
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Unforgetable summer cruising around Block island, Nantucket, and Martha's Vineyard.
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A leisurely cruise from New York to Newport. Quite anchorages, fresh ocean breeze, ...a million miles away from Big City living!
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July and September in the Big Apple. Cruise, Eat, Shop, Walk,...Look at some of our best memories (work in progress, I am still sorting thru thousands fo photos!)
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Museums, memorials, parks, bike trails...the most photogenic city.
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First voyage in July, on our way to Washington DC. Passing thru quaint and historical towns, sampling crabs and oysters in hot summer nights... Returned in September, enjoying all Annapolis has to offer (well, nearly), and the spectacle of autumn foliage.
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Where there are some seriously clever people!
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Shore leave: Make believe, dreams come true, thrills, fast food...Anything goes here!!!
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Welcome to America! Our port of entry, last moments with friends, base for a mini-refit, and our first taste of the USA...
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What happens during a transat?
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Who: Terry, Voahangy, Marc, Anne Steen
Port: Sydney