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Published: February 12th 2011
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We were up on deck bouncing across the waves at a rate of knots – and the wind was 30 knots – on route to the paradise Heron Island; we had bagged a last minute deal at a fraction of the usual price and were pleased with ourselves. The spray was hitting us in the face, neck and chest and we were covered in lumps of Rock salt like Pretzels. Arnuad wasn’t enjoying that experience so we went in...
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Tazzi
What no blog on Tazzi? I wanted to see a picture of a weedy sea dragon. Heron Island sounds nice. You could be cast away there and live on turtle soup and sea cumbers, is that one that Arnaud is clutching (which I believe taste disgusting, especially the eggs, but the Japanese love them!). Dad.