I made arrangements yesterday with Ollie to borrow his mega dinghy this morning so that I could safely get Amy across the harbour to catch her 6 am cab ride to the airport. He was even kind enough to be up and waiting for us early this morning and help us make the dinghy switch, which as it turns out was a good thing.

See, it was dark and rainy and rough and I had trouble locating Dejarlo (Ollie's boat), but at the last minute, I saw Ollie standing on his swim platform, a flash light in each hand, waving his arms in erratic semi-circles like one of those airport workers who direct planes. It was pretty funny and we landed safely.

We transferred Amy's bags into the monster dinghy and then I was able to safely get over and back without drowning in the three foot waves running on the far side of the harbour. Thanks again Ollie.

I was back on my boat with my dinghy by 6:30. I made two grilled cheesies for breakfast and the weasel boys and I shared them while we listened to the weather dude. It sounds like we have one more day of the high wind until things settle down.

After breakfast and the morning net, I suited up and got in the water with my scrub brush and spent two hours scrubbing the port side hull. Afterwards, I took a shower with bleach, hydrochloric acid and hull cleaner to try and wash away the hull-goo that attached itself to my body; then I got ready for volleyball.

Volleyball started off great, but quickly devolved into some sort of free for all tennis match with multiple puds on either side of the net. I rapidly lost interest in continued play and it's days like this that make me wish we played badminton instead. I mean, really, how seriously can you take a game that utilizes a shuttle-cock?

Anyhow, back on the boat I showered off again and then made dinner with the weasels. We had almaco jack fillets with rice and while I ate all mine, Milo ate only the raw fish and Marley just sort of sat on his fish and proceeded to flick individual rice particles at me. Weird huh?

After dinner, I watched Inception over a couple of rum punches and then called it a night around 11 pm. Remember, be safe, it's dumb out there....