The final few days in the run-up to an expedition can be challenging. To Do lists seem never-ending and unachievable. Finances look precarious. During the day I keep plugging away (“one oarstroke at a time”) but at 3am I lie awake, the tasks still to be done buzzing around in my head like so many angry bees.
But then once in a while there is a day when it all comes good, and the To Do list suddenly looks almost do-able. Today was one of those days.
My marvellous team of new friends / volunteers turned up at the Fremantle Annexe of the Royal Perth Yacht Club, ready, willing and able to help out. We cleaned, packed, arranged and organized. By the end of the day much of the work was done, with most of the outstanding tasks being the ones that only I can do.
Oh, and the small matter of a sliding seat that thinks it is a fixed seat. But nothing that can’t be mended.
Huge thanks to Sally, Margot, John, June, Pippa, Col and Rob. Rob (Eustace), incidentally, is setting out on his own trans-Indian adventure a couple of days after I do, but from much further up the coast (smart man!). Meanwhile, thanks, Rob, for mucking in and helping out with the Purple Peril!
Would love to write more, but it has been a full-on day in the baking Australian sunshine. So I am going to go and hit the hay, and make the most of one of my last few nights in a large, comfortable bed that doesn’t move!