A Matter of Inches
03 February 2019
As you can probably tell by the dearth of commentary over the last month, there's hee-haw happening here in sunny, smoke-filled Tassie right now.
We crossed from Eden in company with Sahula who we first met in the Galapagos and Georgia from Seattle/Vanuatu, had a few beers and a walk up the hill in Wineglass Bay then an uneventful transit of the shallows at Dunalley. Nerve wracking but uneventful.
You see, the thing with shallow draft boats is that you really don't gain that much. You just go into shallower places. The nerves get whacked whether you draw two metres or one metre. Like falling off a cliff, it's the last few inches that really hurt. However, we did save thirty miles and a day so we could rent a clunker, play tourist and drive back to where we should have just sailed to anyway.
Port Arthur revisited we treated ourselves to a night at the movies. How things have changed. Not only is the price if entry the best part of a deposit on a small car, but you can enjoy listening to people slurp beer and chomp on nachos, all delivered to their seat throughout the movie, right in front of you. As for snogging? You're going to need very long arms.