Hobart Interlude (a.k.a. Kara is put to work)
Sunday 7 th November, Grenada, West Indies. Woohoo, I'm back in Grenada! In stark contrast to Hobart the daytime high is 29 degrees, overnight low 25 degrees, I'm buzzing around on the back of the moped, I've exposed my shiny white Tassie skin to daylight for the first time in months and have completely abandoned shoes and socks again. I am horribly, horribly jet-lagged though. Those of you Aussies who are lamenting your recent loss of overseas travel beware – I guarantee you, you have forgotten how disgusting a decent jet-lag is. And it's not getting any better with age. After my epic Hobart-Perth-Doha-New York-Grenada flight sequence I had one night in quarantine and have been on the loose for the last few days. Karl's even put me to work painting antifoul on Gráinne. We did the pilgrimage to the microbrewery yesterday to celebrate the completion of the antifouling and this afternoon I get to have my first experience of Sunday afternoon at the gorgeous Aquari