Another day frantically buying gear and provisions (did you know fresh eggs keep for months in newspaper and darkness?). 

Also that the layout of Bunnings wharehouses are the same across the country. Except Bunnings Cairns is a mirror image of Bunnings Stafford. I know cultural differences are subtle, eh?

Another anecdote, this time from a spear fisherman we met at the harbour. Apparently the one thing that guarantees failure at the art of spear fishing is too overt an interest in your prey. One must be nonchalant and even swim in the opposite direction to the target. Then the hapless fish will often fall in behind you (apparently trevally quite often fall in behind sharks - the safest place to be) Once your prey is behind you, you smoothly turn and fire. A little sad, and generalisable to the human race.

Our weather window had slipped to Sunday morning or Saturday afternoon. Trying to dodge a 25 knot blow. Let's hope the BOM modellers are right. Finally sorted our satellite communications as well.