After the rain (rather RAIN) we experienced in Mooloolaba, we were dying to get to Lady Musgrave. It is a lovely little coral cay at the southern end of the Great Barrier Reef, with a small island, a zillion turtles, and some nice snorkelling. Perfect for the tropics-loving Papillon Crew.
Erik and I unloaded our beach gear: giant plastic mat from New Caledonia, beach shelter from New Zealand, towels from PNG.
|Erik kindly offered to keep the shelter from blowing away.|
|Much nicer than ours, I agree.|
But this time when Erik tossed the organs, an enormous shark rose up, gulped the guts, and sank away again.
In the shallow lagoon.
Beside the boat.
Where we had been swimming for two days.
Breathe in, breathe out.
So, lesson learned. In Australia, throwing fish overboard while sailing: fine. Throwing fish while anchored: terrible idea. We'll keep that in mind.
Next stop: a lumpy passage to the Whitsundays.