Coming up for breath

Kukka arrived in Coffs Harbour at about 8 am yesterday. Plenty of time, you say, in which to post something on the blog. True. My apologies to the four and a half people (do I exaggerate?) who have been waiting with baited breath for news. I've been aware of your need, but strangely, we've been doing other things

Once we'd cleared in with Coffs Harbour's all-in-one-man quarantine/customs/immigration band, we lodged Kukka in her "pen" (as they call a marina berth here) then set to cleaning her, the dirty washing and ourselves, in that order. We phoned the family. Then it was time to eat. We forgot about sleep. Eating and drinking are high on our list of life's pleasures. Cafe Fiasco (yes, that's its name), a more than decent decent Italian restaurant located, rather unfortunately, on the rim of a traffic roundabout, was recommended to us last time we were in Coffs (thanks Destiny). We ate and drank lavishly. We felt immensely good about ourselves and about our achievement. I'm not sure how we got home. I think we walked.

Today has vanished. Tomorrow is the day I tell you about The Rest of the Passage. For now, please make do with these shots of Kukka coming into Coffs Harbour. They were taken by the crew of Lavinda, a Hallberg Rassy 38 (so much like our 0ld much-loved boat Andiamo) which left Coffs for NZ four hours after our arrival. Kate and her skipper were scoping the sets of waves coming through the harbour entrance. We were surfing them.