March 19, 2011

• Sailing With the Wilsons

  The last time Koh and I traveled together, it was on a 21 day tour through Egypt and Jordan. During that time, we were fortunate enough to make the acquaintance of the Wilsons, who in addition to teaching us how to throw a frisby forehand and play a number of card games, also happened to mention they live in SYdney and to drop by if we were ever in the neighborhood. We managed to keep in touch through the years vis a vis our blogs, so it was a simple matter to look them up when we arrived. As a welcome to Sydney they offered to take us out on their boat

  

  

  I’m  on a boat muthaf**ker dont you ever forget!

  

  yes, this is a real nautical signal AND concern. cant stop drop and roll on the ocean

  

  Sailing Sydney Harbor we were exposed to sun, sea, and sand (although I personally only took part in two of the above. I leave it to you to determine which) and even learned a couple basics of sailing like tacking (and how to dodge the boom!)

  

  Above is fort dennison, a former garrison and penal colony when australia was first being colonised by British convicts, and now a restaurant and museum. That tower you see on the end is a Martello tower, an early siege defense fort that became outdated in the 1850′s with the introduction of rifled artillery. It was also the last Martello tower built in the British empire

  

  Our mate, in both the nautical and australian senses of the word was Andrew. The captain, TD, is not pictured.

  

  Andrews lovely wife Jess (aka FushMush) who came along for the ride and packed a heaps of sandwiches. Good times were had by all

  

  Yes, by the end of this trip we had all become mighty seafarers, some of us using the assistance of dramamine to quell our seasickness, and some of us using beer. Having no more fears we decided to go on a ghost tour of SYdney

  

  

  Were my blogging muscles not so sorely atrophied, I would happily relate a number of tales we learned that night, from the apartment where multiple 21 year olds met their death on their 21st birthday, to the ghost of the sydney harbour bridge or perhaps most disturbing, the grisley tale of the madames boarding house and the dismembered member (that was a penis joke). However, the tour itself was quite amusing and well worth a story in person should we ever meet. So on from sailing to our next adventure…

  -J

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