23/09/2020

Stayed on South Molle Island today. Finished oiling the teak of front cabin while listening to my friend Jessie’s podcast ‘Faking Cold’. Before I knew it, it was afternoon.

Hook Island was doing some bush burning. Half of the sky was covered with smoke, and the sun shone through in a strange rosy hue, reminiscent of the apocalypse. There was a smell of charcoal in the air, and insect ashes and wings floating in the air, which made me sad thinking of the poor birds and other animals on the island.

In the evening we had lemongrass pork, I added a bit too much lemongrass powder so the taste is too strong.