Can I put my butt in the middle of the card table?
It is the middle of the night here on the Brisbane River and all is still. XO woke me. His water bowl was empty. The tide is turning and there is no wind. I am sitting in the cockpit. The interior is stifling. XO is standing guard to repel boarders. I will most likely doze until sunrise. A very quiet moment.Fair winds and following seas 🙂
Arrived in the middle of the night (as usual.) Anchored out from the entrance channel. In the morning I contacted the volunteer rescue shore radio station. They act as a welcoming gateway and put me in touch with the necessary government officials. I was instructed to bring Reboot to the quarantine dock. It is pretty cute. The one dock in this big marina has an extra fence, gate and warning signs.Biosecurity was waiting for me. They boarded and we started the long process of dealing with XO. Lots of paperwork, lots of rules, I have to purchase a t-shirt that says “unclean.” Actually they were very nice. The net is that I must not make landfall with Reboot, there is a notice on the boat about a quarantined animal, all his waste must be disposed of by biosecurity, I need to notify them when I change ports, and of course pay fees. Not so bad. I am so far in the financial hole after all the unanticipated repair costs that not being able to use a marina is a blessing in disguise. The agent