Island of a thousand birds
February 8th 2011 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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