It’s not all fun and games living aboard. Shortly after a beautiful paddle around Sugarloaf Bay Jack and I both came down with what our English friends call the dreaded lurgy. Is it flu? Bad colds? We don’t know, but we were nearly flattened by chills, fever, stuffy noses, coughing, the whole works. We knew we needed to get closer to civilization so we dropped our mooring, made the 10:15 bridge opening out of Middle Harbour and motored to Rose Bay hoping for an unoccupied courtesy mooring. We picked up the last available of the six and within minutes we were tucked away in the corner of this very large open bay, exhausted and sniffling.
The next day Jack dragged himself to shore, beached the heavy dinghy and walked to a small grocery store for fruit and other supplies. We’ve spent the past three gorgeous sunny days collapsed in the cockpit, napping, reading, sniffling, coughing and promising each other we’d feel better tomorrow. This is unusual for us, as we generally bounce back pretty quickly from any germs we come across, so this is a particularly virulent bug. We don’t even know where we picked it up but I suspect public transportation is the culprit.
Late yesterday afternoon eight super yachts anchored in the bay to shelter from the predicted strong southerly winds overnight. And as the light faded in the evening there were Friday night races as far as we could see, big boats, small boats, an America’s Cup class excursion boat, a square-rigger, a cruise ship and the omnipresent seaplanes, paddleboarders, kayakers, rowers and boardsailors. There were so many start guns going off in a row that Jack says it sounded like a rolling broadside from an old time man o’ war. We had a lot to entertain us and we’re happy that we chose this active bay as our sanitarium. Still, we’d rather be healthy and doing all the things in Sydney we haven’t got around to yet.
On another brave trip ashore Jack threw himself on the mercy of a local pharmacist who set us up with some stronger meds that seem to be doing the trick. We think we’ve turned the corner but as luck would have it, we ran out of good weather. Today we’re socked in with wind and rain and fog so thick that Sydney seems to have disappeared.