Yet again, I've landed in Port not knowing anyone from a bar of soap and been welcomed by the friendliest and most supportive bunch of people you could come across. I have spent the last few days ironing out and fixing the problems experienced on the last leg - when I say me, I actually mean Ian Brett who is Hobart's version of Albany's Darren Russell. Extremely experienced world sailor who specialises in rigging, exactly the person I needed to sort out the problems I had with the boom brake. He thinks out of the square and jobs that I thought were going to be a nightmare he's solved in minutes. He's simplified the main sheet system and done some fine-tuning on the self-steerer. Steve Logan, my initial cotact in Hobart, has been extremely supportive of us while we've been here and is a really nice guy. A big thankyou to the Bellerive Yacht Club in particular to John Mills, Vice Commodore, for hosting us for dinner last night and donating the proceeds of the meat raffle to the trip. I've been so fixated on the goal of getting around Australia, but I'm realising that maybe the best part of this trip is the people I'm meeting along the way and the locations I'm going to. And no, I haven't gotten a sponsorship from Tasmania tourism, but you have to put this place on your must visit list - its simply stunning. Wish I had more time to explore. And speaking of sponsors, still chasing that ellusive major sponsor. I started the trip without it being fully funded because if I didn't go now there was a good chance it would never have happened - sometimes we have to have a leap of faith that things will work out OK. Maybe leap is not the best terminology for me but I'm sure you know what I mean. In reading the blog comments along the way I'm glad that other people are getting something out of this trip too, it is making it all worthwhile.
I am planning to leave tomorrow (Saturday 24th) morning at 9AM to head for Sydney. We have been closely watching the weather which in this part of Australia can be quite wild and unpredictable. There are a number of nasty lows coming through, I'm timing my leaving between them but I know it won't be a walk in the park. I can't help thinking of that tough young woman Jessica who is out there in the thick of these fronts that I am trying to avoid! Time for Dunross to man up! Not that I enjoy a beating but the potential is one low after another down here and you have to go sooner or later. That Bass Strait is one hell of a Pot Boiler!