The Pussycats left Fort Lauderdale a couple of days ago with a transit in San Francisco. The company which handled their move is based there and they were wonderful. The girls spent the night at the home of the person who was looking after their transit. Thank You Katie.
The girls now have to spend 10 days in quarantine in Sydney, Rowena will fly down and collect them, I will wait in Brisbane and we will drive back the 2 hours to Noosa and their new digs.
So to back up a bit. From Georgetown we headed to Black Point - a lovely little Cay in the Exumas, the least touristy. We spent a few days there and then headed to Staniel Cay to spend New Years Eve with the Big Boys. When we got there, we realized we were outclassed. There were numerous mega yachts (>150 feet long) parked there for the same reason. The Yacht Club bar was full of super rich, the bar staff were arrogant disgusting pricks - too lazy to lift a finger. They had been spoilt by the big tipping Americans off the mega yachts.
So we decamped and went to Highbourne Cay, which has a nice resort and possibly the best restaurant in the Exumas. Anyhow, all the tables were booked up for NYE. Again there were a dozen or so mega yachts disgorging their billionaire passengers so poor old yachties were not overly welcomed.
We stayed on board for New Years Eve and then hung around the area for a few more days to await a mild weather window for the dreaded Gulfstream crossing before lighting off at 0400 to head across the banks to Bimini and thence to Fort Lauderdale.
Sure enough the weather had its last dig at us and the winds as we closed into Bimini were 30 knots from the North so we anchored on the Banks in 12 feet of water and short, steep 5 feet waves. a very rough night - we broke our snubber line twice during the night.
By next morning the winds abated enough to cross the Gulfstream and we found ourselves arriving into Port Everglades at 7 pm. We sneak around to the Las Olas mooring field and pick up a mooring for the night.
Next morning, we follow the Jungle Queen (a tourist paddle steamer) up the New River for the very last time. This is a very stressful trip - there are 5 bascule bridges we have to call and and ask for them to stop traffic and open up. And then the river is narrow and there is significant large (>150 ft long) boats going up and down river. Its a squeeze - I don't think its possible for 2 of those big boats to meet going opposite directions.
We eventually tie up at the Lauderdale MArine Center and spend then next month emptying the boat.
Poor Rowena had to do all the packing for the sea freight and most of the heavy lifting. I had hurt my back in Puerto Rico and on some days was barely able to stand up.
The sea freight is on its way to Brisbane.
We manage to catch up for meals with good friends Eric and Barbara Castelein and their new baby Charlotte.
We stayed in a hotel for the last week and my back suddenly improved. Plus I had bee to see a Chiropractor (either he did something or the placebo effect worked again).
I write this last blog for a while now sitting in an empty and sparkling clean boat. So clean, it smells and looks like a new boat.
Anyhow, for the followers of the cats chronicles, I will do one or two more blogs of life in Noosa Springs.