Day Thirty Two - August 7th, 2013 Sailing the Whitsunday Islands Our last day on the boat. Another 6.30 wake up call by the extremely loud toilet, and three people braved the early morning cold for a snorkel. We were not among them! I know sharks are most active at dawn and dusk. You couldn't have paid me to get in. The morning was taken up by sailing back to Airlie Beach, so after brekkie (I must have been feeling a lot better as I managed three slices of pea...

Day Thirty One - August 6th, 2013 Sailing the Whitsunday Islands I can only say that I had not found my sea legs. With the combination of confined space, rocking motion, noisy ocean, unfamiliarity and the extremely loud snoring of our skipper, Cam, I got around 3 hours sleep. Elly woke refreshed and happy, bouncing off the walls about one day living on a boat. Hmm, maybe not. I managed a little breakfast (a fab spread of toast, cereals and fruit) and settled i...

Day Thirty - August 5th, 2013 Sailing the Whitsunday Islands The camping ground had been fantastic and given us a late check out as we had booked our sailing tour through them, so we woke up and could pack the tent and eat breakfast leisurely. We chatted with Ben whilst he made scrambled eggs, and then packed our zip-less bags we had been provided by the sailing company. Of course, I took far too much and my bag was pretty heavy, but you never know what you mig...