The first big hiccup was when Clem had a bout of intestinal trouble and had to bow out. A huge disappointment for Clem. But the other crew were equally sad. We had the two old boys, Clem and Frank lined up for regular story telling each night with round of muscat and Franks home made wine to keep the jaws lubricated but it was not to be. Wayne had also lined up some great bush songs and old australian sheering songsfor us to sing with his guitar accompanying. So we headed north staying over at Emily and Steves place on the Gold Coast. We were thoroughly spoilt here as these guys put on a great feast and a good home brew, thanks guys. Dropped into the bigfellas place (Flob) to say hi to the family. We traded a couple of kilos of prime eye fillet for a coral trout.
So, finally at Gladstone, shopped packed, fed and loaded waiting for a 3am departure. The sail over was uneventful for the first part. I slept on the deck and was happy drifting in and out of sleep until I found out I was getting the matress and sleeping bag wet. Well, as soon as I stood up I got extremely dizzy, seasick and felt terrible. Itried to find a better spot upstairs with some air but eneded up passing out on the stairs. It was the most horrifying, bizare experience. I was basically sick as a dog for the next 3 hours until hitting the beach at Masthead and spent the next 5 hours recovering wollowing in my own misery. I was still really crook for the next few days and had very painful ribs and chest muscles (from vomiting). Never again. I put it down mainly to my blocked sinuses but would have benefitted from some drugs!!!
Anyway back to the fun stuff. The fishing, snorkelling, skin diving, spear fishing went on each day and a routine soon developed. My regular routine was to rise at sunrise, walk around the island, back to camp and into the water to swim out to the edge of the reef and back. This was a 400 to 500m round trip assisted by flippers and a couple of stops to catch my breath. Once ashore,a quick fresh water rinse off, then brekkie, coffee and a shave to look respectable. (Actually the shave was so my goggles wouldn't leak). Then settle back for a book read or even a mid morning snooze before heading out on the boat to spear fish. The end of the day always started with happy hour. Watching the sun set, couple of beers, some nibblies and a chat about the days events or wandering what everyone else in the world was doing.
Then I cooked up a storm with the main ingredient being Coral Trout of course, a nice red then port/muscat and coffee before bed for a read.
Have to go again and keep getting more and more experience catching fish but hoping to go to the island and other islands regularly.


