Waking up this morning and looking outside as the sun hasn’t risen yet was a good feeling. A good and strange feeling. The wind decided it wanted to pick up through the night at some stage and when we woke we were hanging in the opposite direction. That initial dis orientation feeling sinks in and you realise your in the middle of the ocean. Lucky in the distance we can see still see the Whitsunday islands as a spec on the horizon, so you can get your bearings pretty quick. But together with the fact the sun hadn’t poked his nose over the horizon yet, I felt quite strangely lost. I liked it.
Bonita has been reading a book about the Great Barrier Reef by James Woodford. Each day over our morning coffee, we sit looking over the reef and listen to Bonitas new found knowledge about coral or a fish speices on the reef. She is a world of knowledge. For example, todays fun fact I learnt that juvenille clown fish can detect the location of the sea anemone they live in, weather it is on a reef or in the middle of the ocean. How many anemones are around them that they could live in and weather their parents had lived in any to prevent inbreeding…
Clown fish hey, who would have thought.
The wind slowly dropped out through the day and Gary glass off begun to shine through around lunch. We went for a morning spearfish, trying to get Bonita back on the scoreboard with a fish. The visibility was down from yesterday as the south west wind had stirred the ocean a bit through the night. After a few missed shots, we conceded that it was 2 minute noodles for lunch.
After indulging in this scrumptious and nutritious feast of lunch, we delved into the cupboards to see what our remaining food rations involved. Not much. So off we went for another spear, this time putting the pressure on knowing we need some fish eat. Gary had properly settled in now making the surface mirror like and extremely hard to see where ‘la diva’ the tender was going. We found some good bombies in ten metres of water and begun the hunt. There are so many fish around it isn’t the fact that we need to get a fish that is concerning, as I am always looking for the trophy fish. We burleyed the water a few times at a few locations, but really only brought in sharks. So after a few spot changes and no trophies on board it was time to just accept the fact we need to eat and I had to spear a fish. I managed to shoot a couple of coral trout, which are not a shit fish mind you (we just eat a lot of it so wanted something different) and cruised back to Nandji.
The tide was nice and low, resulting in quite a large lagoon area near by with a sand bottom and no dangers. Marleys little paradise. He loves having a swim and we let him jump off and climb on la diva til he was knackered. He is a funny dog to watch. The determination in getting that stick is hilarious. We get nervous with him swimming in the deeper water because we think sharks would see him as a pretty tasty treat.