So after a mad dash from the liquor store we made it to the pier in time to board our bot, the Samurai. Not without the help of our taxis driver. I was a little disappointed when I first saw the boat, I had expected something a little bigger.
The Samurai is, sorry, was a racing boat and started her career in 1985. She raced, successfully for several years, before being turned into a passenger sailing boat around 2000.
We left the comfort of the harbor and all popped a travel sickness medicine. And a good job we did too. The sea was the roughest the skipper had seen it for years. The waves crashed into the boat and with the sail up the boat was leaning at almost 90 degrees. It was not possible to sit downstairs for a multitude of reasons. One being that the angle of the boat made it so uncomfortable, it was pitch black and the heat was unbearable. We had no other choice but to sit on deck clinging on for dear life and trying not to get too wet from all the spray from the sea.
The Samurai came with a crew of three staff and 20 passengers. Simon was our Skipper, Greg our dive master and Chris the general every single other job. But they was good. And the other 14 passengers was a good mix of people.
For the first day we sailed for a few hours out to the Whitsunday's and once we finally made it after the ordeal of the rough seas we settled into a bay for dinner. I was thankful I had invested the $10 for travel sickness medicine.
We spent the night on the boat, all getting to know one another. Drinking and generally having a good time. We was warned that we would be woken at 5 am so that we would get to Whitehaven beach early. Still we put that to the back of our minds as we continued to consume the 'goon.
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