We were up early again this morning and enjoyed a walk along the beach before a delicious breakfast at Crema Expresso in Tedder Avenue. The rest of the day was spent doing the final preparations for our passage to Sydney, including rigging our new downwind "chicken chute", preparing our passage meals and completely our pre-sail checklist activities.

We've definitely enjoyed our stay in Southport, but as Roy pointed out to the ladies in the marina office, if we stay here any longer, he'll have to purchase a toupee, a Mercedes-Benz and a Southport Yacht Club membership, the latter of which they were more than willing to provide.

This afternoon, after catching up with Keenan, who has been looking after all the babies on his own these past few days, but seems to have survived the ordeal while Brooke enjoyed some "mother-daughter" time in Oregon,we decided to enjoy another walk along the beach, given that we'll be "boat bound" for the next few days.

However, before we even made it to the beach we were both nearly knocked over by an elderly man racing to get the only vacant disabled parking spot. As Elaine jumped backwards and Roy jumped forwards, he came careening into the parking spot, hitting the curb with an almighty bump and then had the audacity to get annoyed with us for walking in front of him, although he admitted to seeing Roy holding Elaine's hand as she limped across the road.

Instead of getting into an altercation with him, we decided to just walk on. What we weren't expecting, however, was that on our way back, he approached us and asked us to please accept his apology for being so rude. Our faith in the aussies was restored!