OK, sorry for the short and sweet post yesterday. We weren't sure when we were going to be able to connect again. But we really just wanted everyone to know what our plan was, and I had to slap it together very quickly. They actually have an Internet Cafe on Hamilton Island, but it wasn't exactly the network operations center at AT&T.
BTW, the sleeping on the deck thing didn't work out. The Goldfinger was docked too close to the local tavern, and the spotlights from the Sunsail office were shining in our faces. Not our best night's sleep.
BTW, the rule is, you're not allowed to say the name of our boat - you have to sing it. And you have to sing it like they sing it in the movie, including the trumpet part: "Gold fing-gaaaah... bup-bah BOWW!" And you have to do that every time.
Team Birkhead Down Under
OR: "A New Jersey Idiot in Kangaroo Court" (With apologies to Samuel Clemens. And come to think of it, we owe Roger Clemens an apology too, for the whole Yankee thing. Unless it turns out he's been using the Clear or the Cream. Then we take it back again.)
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