Boat Problems
“Come on! start already.” We were not wanting this problem, but of course it had to happen today. Ooo and by the way I am talking about my grandads boat. It just doesn't want to start. I could see this coming from a mile away.
We finally get the boat to start, only after like, half an hour (30 minutes) of flooding, choking the engine and using starter fluid. We hook the truck up to the trailer so we can take it down to the marina to set sail onto the Cook Strait, so we could go and fishing and hopefully catch some snapper. But don’t worry we still had more horrible luck coming, like right now. As grandad pulls out onto the other side of the road while we are waiting for my auntie and her boyfriend, I realised one of the trailer tires are flat, great more problems. Grandad isn’t happy already, you can hear it in his voice. He has to walk back across the road to get the air compressor so we can pump up the tire. But with that we need an extension cord running from the bathroom power socket, leading halfway up the driveway, so we can plug the air compressor in and pump up the tire on the other side of the road. That only took us around another 5-10 minutes so that worked magnificently, NOT.
This day is as bad as my dance moves.
Ok finally, we drive down to the marina to launch the boat, also no more problems, so far. It only took us like 10 minutes to figure out how to launch the boat but we got there in the end. By the way the Picton marina is a dazzling place. There are lots of fish and some huge stingrays gliding on the bottom looking for food. In the mirena there is a bridge that goes over the entrance and exit of the marina. There is also a glorious view from on top of that bridge, where you can see the Interislander and the Bluebridge going in and out of the sounds. As we cruise out of the marina going underneath the bridge we have to slow down because there is a no wake zone by a walkway surrounded by medium sized rocks.
Once we are past the no wake zone we got up to the revs we needed to get to our destination on time which is on the Cook Strait behind a Colossal sized rock poking out of the water. We are about ½ way there and still no dolphins because I have never seen a dolphin in person but we were going through a bloom of jellyfish, to be honest it was a great sight. A little bit further we saw a penguin. Just before we went out on the cook strait auntie had to go toilet so we went to the whaling station so she could go toilet. We slowly cruised in and then it sounded like we hit something, something pretty big. I started to panic, No Surprise. The first thing grandad and gary checked was the engine, it was. Luckily we had a spare little yamaha engine that we could use, it was as slow as a snail, it only took 5 minutes to get into the whaling station. We had a look around the whaling station and all the big machines that the people used to collect everything they needed from the whales. We walk back to the boat and have a snack and a drink and then we walk around the station again and up the stairs. To see what wailes and what the equipment was called.
Grandad and gary gave up in the end so we were going to head back using the yamaha engine.
Too be continued...
