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The Lies

Jul 30, 17
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Hi Amazing Peeps,

Today we went to the beach with some friends. It was a beautiful day and the sun was gleaming. It has been the warmest day in Sydney for a long while and everyone was out to enjoy it.

Sitting on the beach, I started to notice all the beautiful people. There were women with amazing bodies in bikinis, brown bodies, women with hair down to their bums and even topless women. They really were beautiful.

This is where my mind started. I started comparing myself, judging myself and being angry at myself. I stopped this straight away.

Of late, I have been thinking about a time in my life where I was put in a situation to care for myself or cave to someone out of fear. I caved. I was only young but I was so angry at myself that I thought so little of myself that I would accept a situation that hurt me.

As I have been considering this, I have put myself mentally back in this situation. This time I thought of myself. I withdrew and dove into myself and found my inner happiness. That meant taking time from trying to be the centre of attention; that meant being quiet and still to allow myself to shine through. I saw in this exercise how things would of been different and even in doing this, I felt different about the situation.

I have been doing this more in my meditation and today I really put it into practice. When these negative thoughts about myself started, I became really quiet and dove into myself.

I looked around at all the wonder that was in front of me: the beautiful blue sea, the perfect beach, the birds that flew past or that sat watching over us. I was even thankful for the beautiful people. They show me not only the beauty of humans but what I am capable of.9f37d98bea3b9b5c7280f3dcf11899b9--positive-words-positive-thoughts

My friend decided to chime in and add a comment. This comment was inline with the LIES inside my head. At first I was hurt because I was doing so well at appreciating everything and this hit me….hard. It then made me angry because it was against who I have become. I later understood.

My friends, like so many other people are fed these LIES. These lies that we need to be the most beautiful, that we are not good enough. That we have to compare ourselves to everyone like there is some kind of measuring stick.

LIES that’s all they are.

If we stopped comparing ourselves and look at the beauty within us, the world would change overnight.

This is my motto from now on:

I WILL NOT compare myself to anyone! They have not had my life nor me theirs.
I WILL NOT try and fit in with the “pretty people” – being happy is all that matters.
I WILL NOT change because someone sees me as an embarrassment. That is their problem, not mine.
I WILL NOT believe, entertain or propel the LIES. Myself and my children need to see how beautiful they are as they are, not how others tell them to be.

So it doesn’t matter whether I look like the “beautiful person” image or not, whether I walk like on the catwalk or stopping through the mud or if I dress like a princess or in brightly mismatched clothing like a clown.

I am me – BEAUTIFUL!


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Insanity at it’s Best

Jul 29, 17
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Hi Amazing Peeps,

My positivity is being tested because My body has gone a bit Bonkers!

I’ve been talking in my sleep – seriously! Then my body wont let me eat normal things.

Firstly the nights.

I haven’t talked in my sleep since I was a kid but now it has been almost nightly.

I understand some of it. A lot has been about the younger kids being too close to the edge of the boat without their lifejackets on. Then they start to fall. Then I yell out to them, trying to grab them.

Poor Hubby has been woken with me leaning over him, yelling in his ear about the kids. Sometimes I am yelling so loud, I wake myself up but most times Hubby just grabs me and tells me I’m dreamimg.

This kind of dreaming is just my fears coming through, I get that. I know that the older ones can get their head above water and yell out, the younder 3 at this point can’t. Which is why we have the rule of lifejackets on deck – no exception.

The other dreaming is screaming about undoing a crutch strap so they don’t pee themselves. Seriously, I am dreaming about not getting them to pee their pants.

It’s so funny to here in the morning that I was screaming out for someone to undo their crutch strap on their lifejackets (the younder ones can’t do this on their own yet) and hurry up. This I don’t get. Why the hell am I dreaming about pee?

Luckily I haven’t woken the kids yet but can you image their confusion if they did. Here is me, reaching out to thin air, yelling out for someone to hurry up and undo it?

Imagine they wake up to this. I can see them think, “What? Who’s crutch strap? WHO’S WEARING THEIR LIFEJACKET TO BED? MUM’S GONE MAD!”


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Do I have a fear of them wetting themselves? There has been so much pee in here over the last 9 months, it wouldn’t surprise me. We have an 8 year old that still wets occasionally at night and it has driven me Bonkers. Pee on a boat is horrible and STINKS! But screaming about it in my sleep is new.

Then there is the food.

I get up in the morning and I have no idea what I want to eat. My body just says “Eat something or I’ll vomit!” Fun.

So I eat raisin toast or museli (this morning I had raisin toast). My body then chucks a massive wobbly. “Why the hell did you give me that? ARE YOU TRYING TO POISON ME? You should of gave me what I wanted.” So naturally I respond with “What do you want then?” completely exasperated.

This is where my body gets really fun “I don’t know what I want. That’s for you to figure out. But because you have now given me something that I didn’t want, I am going to make you feel sick FOR THE REST OF THE DAY HA HA HA HA!”



I can’t win with this thing. It’s trial and error but mostly I’m hitting error constantly. It’s like that game where you throw a ball at the target and if you hit it, then the person falls in the water. But this is if I hit it, I feel sick all day and if I miss, I’m good. My aim is great!

I need to understand my body, it’s just changing constantly at the moment. So when I feel good with what I ate one day, I can do the same the next and I feel rotten.

It makes me fear food. Eating has become a gamble – ‘do I eat this or that? What if it backfires? If I don’t eat, I’ll be sick but what to eat?’ It’s a challenge.

A bit of meditation seems to help with my mood at least and that is good for everyone. A calm-ish Mum is better for everyone.

Enough ramblings for today.

Time to gamble once again


Zanny Harbars

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Jul 26, 17
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“Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it”. Proverbs 22: 6

Hi Amazing Peeps

We are in Port Hacking.

We planned to leave JB about midnight Monday night and sail through the night to get to here by Tuesday evening. It didn’t happen that way.

My last post was about how JB was bumpy. Well it just got worse. We were up twice a night and awake so many times. It was impossible to sleep through. On Monday morning, it continued and continued.

Steve & I were exhausted. The kids didn’t really care as they sleep through almost anything. We talked Monday morning as when we leave. Then an hour before we left, it became completely calm. 20170724_160718We contemplated staying but didn’t want another night awake. Then 10 minutes before we left it picked up again and we said HELL NO! We raised a reefed main, turned on the motor and by 4:50pm we were off. There was no waiting around.

As we turned passed Point Perpendicular, we entered the washing machine and the current. It was SO PAINFULLY SLOW! We steadily made our way northwards.

It took us all night to get to Wollongong. We had a reefed mainsail, our staysail and by morning, our Genoa partly unfurled. We either got too much wind or not enough. It was painful. Steve & I both struggled to stay awake for our watches but persisted. Natasha went to bed at 8pm while Blade stayed up till 10pm. He then turned in and I was alone till 12am. I was so tired, it was a moonless night and we were moving painfully slow. It would have been easy to sleep but persist I did with way too much caffeine.

At 12am I woke Steve for his watch. I also woke Natasha for her watch. She was great! She got dressed without fuss. I had to tell her about 5 times to make Dad a coffee, then she was asking me how. Poor thing took about 10 minutes to wake up. Once she was awake though, she settled into her watch Fantastically.

Steve woke me at 3am as he was having trouble controlling everything. The wind had picked up for a bit and Sumbawa was being blown around a bit like a fish on deck – moving everywhere. Steve had put away the staysail and just had the reefed main. As I sat in the cockpit, barely able to open my eyes, I waited to see what I could do. Natasha woke Blade at this point for his watch, then went for some sleep. The wind eased again and I went down for a touch more rest.

At 4:30am I took my watch. Steve immediately crashed on the saloon couch as was out. Blade and I stayed up, trying not to fight the wind too much. At 5:30am, Blade woke Ryan & Kita for their watch. They are too young to handle the sheets on their own but together they work well. They watched the sun rise with me as we were lucky to get 10 knots of wind. We were crawling again.

This is when I thought it a good idea to partial open the Genoa again. This increased our speed for a while, then the gusts would hit. The gusts got me every time and maybe if I rode them out, it would have been ok. But because it is new to us, no-one really likes being on a 35° angle yet. Maybe it’s the way the sails are set that it’s not propelling enough and just tipping. I know where the wind needs to hit but in the gusts, I’m more concerned about not letting us flip. Is that too new? Can we flip just by having the wind beam on? That is my fear, so I turn out of them.

Well this one I turned into instead of away. So we powered up and tilted more. Ryan was on the lower side because he was fishing and said he nearly pooped himself. Again all were tethered but it was still scary.

Steve woke up yelling what the hell was happening as I turned into the wind. We then furled the genoa again, then the wind stopped – AAHHHHH!

It took us a full 24 hours to get from JB to Port Hacking. I have to get the hang of this sailing thing! I’m sure we are not meant to be this slow.

Steve on his way down from Sydney to Eden went through some terrifying stuff. We didn’t watch the weather close enough and after 6 months away, was desperate to be with us. It wasn’t a great trip. Because of that, he is more cautious about how he sails. I’m not as cautious but I don’t understand the boat, the wind and the sails enough to know what Sumbawa or I can handle. I’m sure that will come with more time.

As we come into Port Hacking, the seas had risen to 3 metres. Just before we arrived, we had a massive pod of common dolphins play with us. They flicked up their tails and swam along the boat for ages. The kids loved this and they were a welcome site for everyone.


Dolphin just under the water

As we entered, we asked the sun to stay up, just for a bit longer so we could anchor. It did and we anchored at Jibbon Beach successfully. The rolling stopped. There was a touch of bouncing but having spent a few days in a NW wind at Hole In The Wall, this was a piece of cake.

We turned off the motor, set the anchor alarm and didn’t move. Steve barely ate and went to bed. Everyone was in bed by 7pm and we slept soundly.

At 6am, Steve & I woke to the sound of the stays singing as 30 knot winds rushed through them. Steve went up to check everything, all was good so came back to bed. I was still so tired and being able to cuddle into him was so relaxing and we both dozed off again…….for 15 minutes.

Then we were woken by the anchor alarm. We both flew out of bed so fast there was barely enough time to grab clothes. By the time we got topside, we were almost on the beach.


Only just enough time to quickly snap this

I woke Blade for the extra hands.

I turned on the motor as Steve and Blade removed the snubber and raised anchor. I was moving too fast that the anchor couldn’t come up, so Steve told me to stop. We then were facing the beach and being pushed inwards. At JB, I saw Sue from Yaraandoo II reverse away from the beach as Mike raised anchor. I did the same. I put her  into reverse (Sumbawa not Sue, HAHA) and backed away while the last of the anchor was brought up.

We moved back just past our original anchor spot and dropped it again, only this time with more chain and we also dropped a second anchor. We then started an anchor watch – so much for our sleep in.

It has been blowing in excess of 30 knots all day. Not overly restful but I’m not getting seasick at anchor like in JB so still good.


30 knots of wind and they are still climbing

We are taking it easy from here. We have no time line, no pressures, just our time. We are looking at moving into Sydney on Monday depending on the weather. From there, it’s just fun and exploration.

That’s my favourite bit.

You’re all awesome. You’re advice is appreciated for someone so new to sailing.

Love you



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The Good & Bad of JB

Jul 23, 17
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“I do believe it is time for another adventure.” Unknown


Hi Amazing Peeps,

Our stay in Jervis Bay has been beautiful and horrible.

We arrived on Wednesday evening into a strong westerly and choppy seas. Once we got into Vincentia, it was calm and gorgeous.

Thursday and Friday were beautiful as well. On Thursday we went for a long walk along the beach towards Huskisson with Yaraandoo II. The water was clear, the sun shining and the walk was great.

Friday we got in the dingy and went to the other side of the beach for a picnic lunch. It was Azanyah’s birthday and there was a great barbecue area and playground for the kids to play in. The wind was cold but the sun was beautifully warm and Yaraandoo II made it another day to remember.

Friday evening, the swell started to increase slightly.

I have noticed that in a new location, I am very wary of our position to things, even in calm weather. Thursday night I was up about 4 times checking our position in relation to the moored vessel behind us. We have an anchor alarm – two in fact but I was still paranoid. I then dreamt we dragged into it. There was no going back to sleep after that.

Friday night, when the swell increased, my worry got higher. I didn’t sleep well then either. The holding was amazing and we didn’t move an inch but my brain didn’t seem to realize this.

Early Saturday morning, the swell became very uncomfortable. By 9am there were people surfing on the crashing waves – seriously, really surfing.

Steve had pulled apart one of the heat exchanges Friday night as we were loosing coolant – actually we had lost all of it. He had made a new seal out of epoxy and let that sit overnight with the expectation of going ashore Saturday morning to get more coolant. With the swell as high as it was, there was no going ashore at all.

Yaraandoo kindly gave us some coolant and were set to move to Hole In The Wall. Steve made a quick extra copper seal but we needed to wait an hour to let it cure even a little bit.

By this stage, I was very uncomfortable. I watched the swell rise even more and the waves break just past us. I also knew the tide was going out and my fear that the waves would start to break even earlier.

Yaraandoo kindly decided to wait for us. This was amazing as now we were getting a NW wind which put us both beam on to the swell. It was not a comfortable ride for anyone but still they chose to stay.

They offered to tow us over if we couldn’t get moving. Unable to fathom that sense of defeat and humiliation, Steve put the exchanger back together, filled her up and started her. Thankfully no coolant came pouring out. So we raised anchor and took off.

Having radioed Yaraandoo, they too set off. We let them take the lead and followed along.


Photo taken by Sue Powell

I have never sailed along with another boat before and seeing them rise over the huge waves and then having their stern disappear behind it, felt very intimidating. We just do it, I didn’t realize it looked that aggressive.

The swell we were going over was about 2.5m high – Yaraandoo please correct me if I’m wrong. We hadn’t yet powered into waves that high (Steve had but not us as a family aboard).

Once we had got past the reef in the middle, we made a beeline for Hole In The Wall. The swell eased but it was still choppy.

Yaraandoo picked up their mooring as we were coming in. The kids noticed that the mooring rope broke almost immediately and screamed over to let them know. Yaraandoo II, like the well oiled machine that they are, had it retied and one of their own on in no time.

I picked up our mooring without any trouble and we were both secure.

It was bouncy as the NW wind had set in. Thankfully we were out of the huge swell.

Apparently these are the worst conditions for Jervis Bay with a SW swell that rolls in and a NW wind. There is nowhere to hide so bounce on our public mooring we did. Boy did we bounce.

Yaraandoo were leaving early the next morning taking advantage of the Northerly. Steve and I popped over to say our farewell while the kids fished back on Sumbawa. After a quick goodbye we were back onboard.

By 2am, Yaraandoo were gone and we couldn’t sleep because of the bounce – it was relentless. Having seen Yaraandoo’s mooring rope break, it made my paranoia worse. I was constantly fearing we were heading for the beach behind us. I lost count how many times I woke to the thought that our rope had broken. It wasn’t a very restful night.

Our mooring rope was fine. It held us like a trooper.

I didn’t realize that I could get seasick during the night on a mooring either. It turns out I can.

I was wide awake by 6am, looking at the weather and when it was meant to settle. We wanted to depart soon and were looking for a good window to get up to Cronulla. I spent about an hour analysing the weather in about 4 locals up the coast – the wind, the swell and the temperature. Temperature isn’t really necessary but I wanted to know if we were going to get rained on and how warm the days would be.

We had a very slow morning with coffee and breaky in bed made by Tash who constantly teased me about what she was going to put in it. I’m sure she nearly wet herself, she was laughing so hard.

The kids played with Lego while their porridge cooked. The younger ones fought over old paintbrushes that they have made their dinghies. It seems everything becomes either a dingy or an outboard.

Today is our lazy day as we prepare to set sail tomorrow. Looking forward to moving again

The wind as turned more WNW which has eased the bounce. Hopefully it stays.

Time to figure how to get the dingy onboard in this wind.

Cheers all you wonderful people.


(This is a name that Mike from Yaraandoo II made for the Sumbawa crew using the letters of our first names. Our new catch phrase.)


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The Cats out of the Bag

Jul 21, 17
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Hi Amazing Peeps,


This post is about being pregnant while sailing.

This was on my agenda – AT ALL! And no we are not religious, this is my choice not to insert a iud inside of me, and my Hubby is GORGEOUS!

I have had morning sickness. I have discovered that morning sickness and seasickness are not fun together but they feel about the same as each other.

I take seasickness tablets and they help with the morning sickness too but what I can eat is limited. The wrong thing can trigger the sea/morning sickness monster.


I found on the trip from Eden to Ulladulla, apples and cheese worked really well. Chocolate and chips taste nice initially but within 15 minutes, I feel terrible. I don’t know if I could sail 36 hours on nothing but apples and cheese but if I could, it would work great.

Being active on land at the moment is a slight problem. I am extremely tired and going out for a walk or a picnic is great. Yet if we are out more than a few hours, I’m ruined. I get tired and sore quickly and all I want to do is sleep. This I find frustrating!

I can’t stay awake much past 8pm and am wide awake by 6:30am. There is no morning sickness in the morning unless I eat something wrong like oats instead of eggs. By 2pm, if we’ve been out the queasiness sets in, purely from tiredness. If I’m too tired, then I feel crook.

By 4pm, if still on the boat, I start to play up. Then by 5pm, I pretty much stop talking. It seems too much effort to talk and make dinner and stuff. It’s a way I conserve energy.

I seem to be cold a lot too. If I’m not cold, then I’m too hot but that’s rare right now except when I sleep. Then I am like a fire-breathing dragon whose fire is trapped inside, ready to explode out. Steve sleeps on the very edge of the bed in fear of the impending carnage.jeromelim-img_0179

I am not eating red meat at the moment but love my fish. Red meat makes me feel bad and angry, so it’s better that I stay away from it. Fish I feel great! Steve thinks that I don’t have enough protein that is why my energy levels are low and I’m cold. I am taking an iron supplement so that should be ok though.

I now feel claustrophobic if the boat is really messy and all the kids around. I need some kind of order to feel like there is air – which is a bit of a laugh with so many people on board.

I haven’t met many cruisers who have been pregnant and sailing but I’m sure I will. I have had the last 5 as home births which was easy in Tassie but I don’t know how it works when your always moving. I need more info.

My life now resembles a really strange hypnosis gameshow. It is eat, eat, eat some more, now sleep!

Thankfully our kids are Awesome.

The hypnotic eating competition continues.

Love you guys




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We made it!

Jul 20, 17
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Hi Amazing Peeps,

We’re at Jervis Bay, YAY!

It is great to be here. There was no turning around this time, no vomits and no engine problems. It was almost weird.

We were meant to leave Ulladulla at around 7am but in typical Sumbawa fashion we were late. It was 8:30am before we left. We knew a strong westerly was meant to hit in the afternoon and there was a gale warning for the Illawarra coast. We wanted to be in Jervis by 1pm to just beat it.

The seas were small but choppy. They were only 1m but come at 4 second intervals. Sumbawa is not a fast boat but she goes ok.

We had motor-sailed for 23 hours into a headwind from Eden to Ulladulla, this time we wanted quiet. Once we were out of Ulladulla, the motor was off and the sails were set.

I’m not sure yet whether it’s our inexperience or just being over-cautious with so many kids on board, because we didn’t put up all the sails. The winds were anywhere between 9 and 16 knots with the occasional 20-odd knot gust. This is good sailing weather yet we only had out the two headsails.

The kids are usually on the sheets with Dad directing how and where he wants them. Sometimes there are too many sheets to contend with if we have to do a bit of tacking. Again maybe that’s our inexperience talking.

Because we had only the headsails out, our speed was an average of only 4.5 knots. We also decided to take the most direct route and cut across the bay straight to Jervis. I don’t know if that had an effect on our speed as I don’t know how the East Australian Current folds around. Does it come into bays or is it more of a straight path down?ld-log_map_2017-07-19_17-38-21

If we were in the current, that would have slowed us down too. It took is 8 hours to go 20 nautical miles (insert swearing exclamation here). Actually it ended up being 31 nautical miles which wasn’t as bad

It was a pretty sail. The coastline as you come closer to JB is stunning. The cliffs are imposing but gorgeous.

We were warned by Mike & Sue from Yaraandoo II (that’s fun to sing that “It’s Mike & Sue from Yaraandoo II, Yaraandoo II, Yaraandoo II. It’s Mike & Sue from Yaraandoo II, Yaraandoo II, Oh Yeh!”). HA HA HA

Anyway, they warned us about coming past Bowen Island, that the wind would funnel out and it would be strong. We thought that with only 2 headsails up, we would be fine. Boy!

There was a small gap between the southern mainland and Bowen Island where a little wind funneled through and we thought ‘that’s not too bad. We should do fine.’ Then we passed Bowen and came out into the heads of Jervis. We went from 5 knots to 8 knots in seconds. If we turned to go in, the sails would flog violently. So we turned away and furled the Genoa. That lost us some speed but stopped the severe luffing.

Our motor isn’t awfully strong and trying to head into 25 knot winds with the staysail and motor was slow going. The staysail was luffing so violently that we dropped that too. We just weren’t in the mood now for all the tick-tacking (maybe that’s a sign of newbie sailors too).

With just the motor on, heading into the wind we were still only getting 2.4 knots. It was a painfully slow crossing of the bay. Mike and Sue had patiently waited for us to arrive and I think they were surprised on how long it took us.

We had a choice of a mooring or anchoring. We haven’t really got the hype behind moorings but again newbies. We anchored.

We were cold and hungry and tired. It was time for real food and bed. For me, sailing tires me out. I couldn’t stay awake after some soup and toast and I was in bed by 8pm. I left Steve to get kids into bed and within half an hour, he was in bed too. Everyone slept amazingly, even bubs.

The view in the morning was stunning! Point Perpendicular to the rear, a long beach right in front and a beautiful bay. These new, beautiful places are worth the trip. I love waking up to a new sunrise, a new scene and new wildlife. It’s stimulating to the body and the mind.

This is what life is about – and just the start!

It’s time to go and explore this wonderful place.

Have a wonderful day everyone.

Love you all.



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Confessions of a new boat owner

Jul 16, 17
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Hi Amazing Peeps,

I am about to be brutally honest and I am sorry if I upset any real sailors and fishermen.

We have owned Sumbawa for just over a year. She is the first boat we’ve ever had. We haven’t even had a dingy before. We are very knew to this.

This means that there have been things that haven’t been done that probably should have. This was part of our problems coming up.

When Steve bought Sumbawa in Sydney, her previous owners treated her like a rubbish dump, especially the rear, deep bilge.

This bilge is 950mm deep, tiny and the only way to get to it is to lay down, with your head half in it and scoop like mad.20170714_122407

When Steve was in Sydney, this bilge was half full of sludge, rubbish and ewwness. He cleaned out as much as he could. There were beer cans, packets, magazines pieces, motor parts all covered in oily slime.

On Tuesday, when our sponge decided to make love to our coupling and spill its insides everywhere, the foam not only got everywhere but added to the slime that was still in the rear bilge. This was the reason everything got blocked.20170714_122400

So Friday, we pulled out the bilge pipes, I got my head in there and spent 4 hours scraping it out.

I know that on boats there are blue and pink jobs. I have never been a real pink person so I am happy to do a few blue jobs. Friday, Steve was fixing the motor, the cockpit step and I can’t rememver how but he got icky too. Me, I was almost fully covered in oily slime.

I didn’t take a photo of the bag of stuff we got out but it weighed approximately 20kg. It was everything from timber to a really old 9v battery. There was a shower drain as well. Our boat was equipped so that when people had showers, it drained into the bilge. This is SO GROSS because it fills with human fat and oil – that is a 9 on the Chunder Thunder Index and I was neck deep in it – YUK YUK YUK x infinity2 .20170714_123156

By 4pm, I had been head down for 4 hours, my skin had soaked up way too much crap and I was covered from my face to my toes in slime. I called Marine rescue here and found out they have showers sailors can use for a gold coin donation but I had to be there before 4.30pm.

I gave myself a basic clean, got a plastic bag to put my oily clothes in, put clean clothes and a tonne of soap in my backpack and walked over.

I was buzzed in but I wasn’t allowed upstairs, they just screamed down to me where the showers were so off I went.

There is a lot of similarities between Eden and Ulladulla. They are both big fishing towns, there are a tonne of people that are from Eden that now live here and the people are great. The main difference is at Eden wharf there are showers but you can’t adjust the temperature, it is set to ‘warm’. This maybe warm in Summer but before we left, I went for one of our few fresh water showers. It was 5° this morning and I was looking forward to hot, fresh water. IT WAS BLOODY FREEZING! It just didn’t warm up. I jumped and out but come out colder than I went in.

In the Marine rescue here, I had my first HOT shower in ages. It was OHHHH! I spent most of the time scrubbing like a crazy person but it was still wonderful.

When I was done, I yelled from the bottom of the stairs where I put the donation and they said to come upstairs. The man up there – Frank said now that I am clean, I am allowed upstairs. I paid my donation and happily walked back to the boat. I had about 4 comments on the way back that I look like a new woman.

Do you know how there are those woman who put an inch thick layer of make-up on? They must look like different people when they wash it all off. I looked like a new woman with an inch layer of grime now gone. There is actually skin underneath – and it’s SOFT – WOW!

So yesterday, we reinstalled the bilge pipes and the electrical pumps. They all work great when not full of crap and sludge. We have a clean bilge for the first time ever! Now we are ready to go.

Now we have something new crop up. As very new boat owners, we knew nothing about the what’s and how’s of buying a boat. So we never actually saw Sumbawa out of the water before we bought her and she has never been out of the water since. We were given her dimensions upon inquiry and when we bought her, we were given a bunch of paperwork that we briefed over.

In that bunch of paperwork were her original plans that were drawn 9 years before she was built. We had looked at these but not fully examined. As we are looking at getting Sumbawa up on the slip here, the engineer -Paul wanted either a plan or a photo of her out of the water.

In a thorough reexamination of the plans, it says that her draft is only 1.5m. We always believed that she was 2.1m. We were gobsmacked! 1.5m is so much smaller.

macwester27 We need to find our own depth

So today Steve is diving her again to see. I know we should have checked but we didn’t think we needed to check. We thought the info that was given us at purchase was correct. That is very newbie of us. I know there are sailors out there who are rolling their eyes and in disbelief but we really knew nothing. It has been learning on the go. Now we know.

If she is only 1.5m, Steve has a friend in Sydney who is a shipwright and takes small boats out. Ours just may fit. If so, we will wait till then to take her out otherwise we will remove her here.

We are learning about Sumbawa, about sailing which is awesome and about ourselves. Our hope, as we progress, that we can give this info to other newbies so that they can learn from our mistakes.

Our final mistake that I will mention here, we made about 6 months ago. We weren’t careful enough on who we allowed onboard. As a result, we haven’t let anyone onboard since then. It left us very wary and cautious and very protective of our area. For the first time, we realized that our boat was our home, our safe place and we needed to be very, VERY selective on who we permit aboard.flower heart

To Love others does not mean I need to invite them onto or into my home. I can give people my Love from a distance. This has been my biggest and hardest lesson so far.

With these very newbie lessons, I will leave it here. All the salty seadogs out there are now sufficiently horrified. With these lessons learnt, we move on hopefully to not so newbie lessons.

Love you all



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Amazing Stories

Jul 14, 17
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Hi Amazing Peeps,

Over the last 8 months, we have heard some amazing sailing stories. Some have been incredible, others are just down right horrific and others I just wish I had never been told.

Then there are the rare ones that boggle the mind. These ones are my favourite. I just wish I could find out more.

Yesterday we heard one such story.

There was a man from New Zealand who had just had a massive blew with his Mrs. He then took off with his 13 year old daughter.

They hopped on his boat and headed West.

I don’t know how long it took but Christmas time they pulled into Ulladulla.

SO WHAT! You say – heaps of people do that! You’re right they do. But what makes this story amazing is:


Seriously it’s still here.20170714_100754

This is what I can’t get my mind around. How do you sail 450 miles, across some really treacherous waters in a 16ft catarmaran?

What kind of weather did they face? Was it one of those freak times where the weather was perfect?What about safety equipment?

It just boggles my mind.

They came in here and he declared even though he didn’t have to, being from New Zealand and then took off in Australia.

So somewhere in Oz, there is a man and his 13 year old daughter who did the most incredible, crazy, semi-suicidal and courageous sail from NZ to here on a boat most people wouldn’t cross Bass Strait in.

I take my hat off to you for your courage and bravery and also say WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING, YOU CRAZY MAN?!

Well my story telling is at an end as I am about to become elbow deep in…….ooze.

Talk soon.




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Jul 12, 17
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Hi Amazing Peeps,

We are docked in Ulladulla and it’s calm and quiet…….finally. About yesterday:

The sail through Monday into Tuesday was B..E..A…UTIFUL! The seas were calm, the wind was a headwind but still ok, the sun and the moon were beaming. It was perfect.2017-07-11 19.41.14

At 11am Steve and I were arguing about when shift change was. I was on from 4 – 8am but Steve wasn’t fully awake so I continued through to 9am. We had all 3 sails out and he was getting about 5.5 knots. I knew I could get more so I was looking forward to my shift. Steve says it was at 1pm, I said 12 because it wasn’t my fault that he wasnt fully awake.

The SW’s were meant hit about 12pm. We were almost halfway between Ulladulla and Jervis Bay and we were looking forward to finally running. The winds were just on time what I didn’t expect was the choppy swell.

We had a 35 knot gust hit us right on the beam and caught all the sails. Before we could blink Sumbawa was on a 45° lean powering now at 9 knots. It only lasted a few seconds but it caught us a little off guard.

Everyone in the cockpit was tethered but inside things came crashing including poor Zeinobiyah who was asleep on the couch and I had forgotten to put up the side. She ended up flying off and onto the floor. Needless to say she was not asleep anymore.

We had the motor running as it was a headwind but were looking forward to finally having some quiet. This is where the ‘fun’ began.

We had on oil sponge in our engine bay for emergencies. We knew if it got yucky, we had a problem. This sponge has a rope handle and it had been sitting under the gearbox for a while. During our 45° lean, it decided it wanted to unite with the prop shaft and the handle got caught on the coupling from the gearbox to the prop shaft. The Sponge was then flung round and round.

During this coupling / sponge dance, the sponge collected our wiring for our emergency bilge pump and ripped in clean off. That too wound itself around the coupling. At this point we were all topside, Steve having turned into the wind and the mainsail dropped. The 2m seas were choppy, about 5 seconds apart with white caps. At this point Blade vomited, Tash, Kita & Alec were feeling seedy. We continued onto Jervis.

Our normal bilge pump anti-siphon wasn’t working – I don’t know how . This meant that water was being siphoned from outside to inside the engine bay. Our engine bay bilage pump was doing fine until it got completely blocked with the fluff, then it was just pumping air. So now the engine bay was filling with water, which drained into the bilage and we were still topside or trying to manage children.


The anti-siphon isn’t doing much anti-ing

Finally the engine started to smell. I raced down stairs to open the engine bay door and was immediately being sprayed with water from the prop shaft. I tried to turn on the emergency bilge pump only to find that it doesn’t exist anymore. We then started the manual pumps.

We made the decision at this point to turn around and head towards Ulladulla. Just as we got a tail wind, we turned and headed back into it as well as heading into the seas. That did not help the kids seasickness. The older ones were not much help downstairs except Ryan who’s stomach was iron clad. Yahsha and Azanyah too thought the rock and roll and the bouncing were clearly fun because they had put their mattresses in front of the table and were doing somersaults off the table onto the cushions and loving it. Zeinobiyah was sick only because she was trying to sleep so Ryan started rocking her. Rocking her on a very rocky rolly boat was a bad idea. So she just wanted Mum. Ryan looked after her though – Mum was busy!

Back to the motor:

We have one manual pump in the cockpit and one in our bathroom where the bilge pipes come through. Nakita was pumping the one upstairs as I pumped the one in our room. This was working well. Steve had stopped the motor as soon as I saw the wiring and I was able to get everything off. So now was just pumping.

The water in the engine bay was full of this sponge foam. It was everywhere but getting the water out was most important, the foam could wait. That in hindsight was a mistake.

As we continued to pump, the manual pump in the cockpit got really hard and then the screws came out. Steve was able to screw it together again and we were back pumping.

Then both manual pumps got almost impossible to pump, they were so hard. That foam stuff had filled the pipes. We were siphoning water inside and no bilge pumps, not really a great scenario. We had spares but Steve was battling wind and waves with kids so I was down stairs. All the other kids were either sleeping or playing with Lego on the boys bed.

So I am down stairs and water was coming in from who knows where at the time and no working pumps. But instead of swapping with Steve I came up with a plan.

We have a hand siphoning pump that we use to pull the oil out of the motor when we do an oil change. I cut all the oil stuff off and chucked the end in the engine bay – not long enough. I knew we had about 4m of hot water hose so I attached that to the pump and the other end out the window and overboard. This was a good idea except the fact that I was pumping uphill and it kept blowing the pipe down below. New tack – so now the end of the pipe went into the sink and I am sitting in the engine bay pumping, pumping and more pumping……………FOR 2 HOURS! TWO BLOODY LONG HOURS!


Our manual siphon pump


Our hot water hose

Steve is managing into a headwind, tick-tacking and going into 2m chop trying not to let the sails flog.

Natasha was a champion! Even though she was seedy she was able to think on the fly. Sometimes she is very girly and puts the sheets the wrong way on the winches even though IT HAS ARROWS! She would then release the whole sheet in 25 knot winds and the sail would flog violently as Steve tried to grab them. It was a bit………sweary here. Even though, when something that needed to be done, she was first to jump up.

Blade was useless! He was physically sick and when asked to do something, he would just argue about why it won’t work and would then just sit there and cry. We do understand he is not an adult and that seasickness is horrid but having him arguing with the captain and first mate is NOT HELPFUL!

Blade also had habit of talking while vomiting, such as “barf – that wasn’t expe….barf….pected. I thought that I…….barf…..was doing ok……barf.” Really, REALLY DISGUSTING!

Nakita just sat outside and said nothing.

Me on the other hand was sitting in the engine bay while the engine was running, pumping water by hand in 2m chop. By the time we pulled in I was ready to hurl. We got the bow and stern line attached then Steve was downstairs connected a spare bilge pump. The water was gone in seconds. Only then did we find that it had been siphoning in. I laid on the couch, ate a tiny bit then went to bed at 6.30pm. I didn’t move until morning and still managed to sleep till 7.

Today we are getting different anti-siphons – better ones! Cleaning out all the crap from the bilge pipes. We also are about to go have a run around – even me.

I still feel a bit strange and even if we were all fixed, wouldn’t be ready to go out there yet. I need a day or so to feel…..sain – no those days are gone, maybe myself is the right word.

Thank you for all the kind messages. We are all doing good just need a rest.

Let’s go run around like mad things



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Our first day

Jul 10, 17
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Hi Amazing Peeps

Ok so im here, sitting in the cockpit freezing my butt off, with a hot water bottle, wrapped in a blanket steering with my feet. Feet steering is harder than it looks. Sometimes I end up facing east instead of north. Yes I am the autopilot. We have an official one onboard but its bearing compass does not bear anymore. So old school it is.

It has been slow going today. we have had a head wind all day and have had to Motor sail most of the day. We have tick-tacked all day with is sooooo much fun (insert massive sarcasm here). Progress is slow but progress nonetheless.

I learnt a tonne of stuff today. They were:

That I must be internally afraid of the dark because I freaked when the sun went down. ie. “how do i know what way im going? I can’t tell how far away from land I am! Everybody SHUT UP! I can’t think in the dark” etc, etc, etc. You get the picture.

I also worked out that I sail harder than Steve. He’ll give up some speed to maintain bearing where I’ll go slightly off course to get speed. So on the times that he would be going 3.5 knots close reaching, I would close haul by getting her at that point just before the staysail starts to luff and get 5.2 knots out of her. I also was willing to tack to almost due east to get as much wind and speed to then tack back at a less severe angle and still maintain speed. Steve does a lot more little tick-tacks.

I also promised myself I WOULD NOT freak out over the moon. It was a full moon last night so I was prepared for the moon. The sun set and after a while I saw a light on the horizon . I said to Steve that I’m sure that was the moon rising.

Then this light appeared so fast. im sure it was coming towards us from the east. It wasnt white light like the moon but yellow. I screamed for Steve to come up quick because it was moving seriously fast.

Hubby comes up, looks at it and says that it’s the moon. He even got out the binoculars to put me at ease – it kinder helped with my nervousness but not my embarrassment. I am such a newbie .

As for the kids, they loved taking in turns to be tethered out on deck and those that couldn’t come up seemed to do nothing but eat.

The world though, she brought out her best Today.other than the wind being cold, the day was gorgeous. The swell at its peak got up to about 1m but that’s it. It was mainly flat with a tiny bit of chop. Just Brilliant!

We haven’t seen any whales but saw a family of seals and a pod of dolphins just on dusk which was cool.

So our first day was a huge success. As I sit here on my watch and just got the boat up to 6.7 knots, I am grateful for all the amazing things of Today.

We love you all


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