Return to Grenada (Kara's back!)
After four months, nine flights, one stranding, two quarantines and four PCRs I'm finally back! Back on Gráinne, back with Karl, back in the Caribbean, back at anchor and back to retirement. Sigh. It's lovely. Well now, many's the adventure I've had since I left Grenada in August but it all worked out in the end. I did make it to the Gold Coast and indulged in supermarkets that stock everything your heart could desire, magic water and power that just come out of the wall whenever you want them, a huuuuuge kitchen, people whose use of the English language I understand, big, wide, smooth roads with loads of lanes and millions of cars, miles and miles of wide beaches being pounded by surf and a fabulous bike path from Southport down to Burleigh. And surf clubs everywhere. Oh, and two local microbreweries (Lost Palms and Black Hops, both highly recommended). It was brilliant to get back to Brisbane and to see everyone again and we even managed to sneak in an early Christma...