For Emma's birthday I had decided to take her to Town of 1770. And, as usual - as I organise the trip - the 'bad-weather-bassie' curse strikes again. This time it even scares the captain of our boat that took us to the Great Barrier Reef.
Yep: Emma took the auxiliary to go fishing off the reef when black clouds rolled in from the coast. The Captain starts running - If there's one thing that gets me nervous it's running captains - and we see all the birds fly back to the Island ready to hide for the storm that is about to be unleashed. Emma makes it back - barely - with her soaked fishing party and crew scramble to tie down all the gear. It only lasts for about 45 minutes, but man, this was a vicious storm. We enjoy some Canoeing, the millions of soldier crabs and the good weather.
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