Monday 30th July Yamba marina to Bi-Lo and pub and back to marina

Several new experiences today. Catching a bus to Bi-Lo and back. The bus here stops anywhere and everywhere. Stopped outside one old lady’s house. A route march to the pub for lunch. Bloody steep hill. Something Mirvac should think about, building pubs on the top of hills. Creates a terrible thirst walking up that hill. Whales frolicked off the beach and the beefburgers are bigger than your average bowler hat. For the benefit of the Harrisons Luke and Amy came down to the boat for a visit and looks like we’re borrowing their car on Wednesday. Daughter flying up which means we’ll probably be here for another week. Good excuse to explore the Clarence. Don’t imagine she’d appreciate 48 hours of rock and rolling at sea.
Dear Admiral Lovepants,
We filled up with diesel (93 litres just 4 litres above my calc of 2 litres per hour. Of course that was mostly motorsailing with the Perkins at about 1600 RPM. Hugo.) The bloke on the wharf used the word ‘diesel’ 5 times before we started the pump. They had apparently experienced a problem with some tired and dopey yachtie who put diesel into the water tank. Imagine that. Discovered it when they were up to 200 litres and the fuel tank only took 120. I suppose you’d get used to the taste eventually, but showering in it?
On other Hugo type matters…pure sine wave inverter working superbly, as is the CTEK Multi CX 25000 charger. I’m especially fond of its reconditioning capacity.
Over and ou

Pam’s fishing notes: nothing…things must improve