Day 150: Bundaberg

There's a lot of creature-activity around the boat at this anchorage so I though it best to keep the cats inside during the night. Cats are safe but they decided to play fighting on my head at 5.30am. Early start, then.

First, shopping. Walked up to the IGA in town for a few supplies.

The new trollies doing their thing.

Back on the boat and ready to go at 9, which is good because there is an outgoing tide to carry me down to the heads. Getting the anchor up was a pain. It decided, right then, that what it wanted more than anything was grease. It's tight, there is a current running, and the chain is coming up caked in mud so it needs hosing down every metre. Eventually got it up and shipped, and we're off.

Took a bit over an hour to motor to the fuel dock at the Bundaberg Port Marina. Beaten to it by a great big motor-sailer who decided that he only needed half the wharf - the middle half. The wife tried to help with the lines on the first run but got the rope knotted and I had to bail. On the second attempt, she secured a line - to the wrong cleat! Really, I should have waited till they left and done it myself. Anyway, all fueled up.

Went back to the pond past the sugar terminal for the night and, blow me, Anum Cara turned up. Nobody visited because the dinghies were both ready for the next day but it's nice to see them.

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