13/10/2020
Finally J received the remaining payment from Daryl, the boat is now his and he says he will take good care of Dagmar. We now are able to make a smooth transition to Mustang, and Mustang’s previous owner Bob got the catamaran he wanted, and Rory, who had been thinking about buying our boat, got a cheaper and more suitable boat, so we have 4 happy new boat owners now!
Daryl also arranged for us to go into the marina, so that he could install some equipment on the boat later. He will come on weekend to sign the rest of the paper. He paid the marina fee and we could continue to live on the boat and use the marina facilities. I’ve never been in the Marina on a sailboat before, but getting the boat in was easier than I thought it would be: put three fenders on one side of the boat in advance, slowly get the boat in, and when you get close to deck, throw a rope over the cleat from the middle of the boat to stop the boat moving, then jump off and adjust the position, fix the bow and stern with ropes. Our boat (which should now be Daryl’s) was parked in the middle of a row of giant luxury power yachts, and it had never seem so small.
We went to the marina office to fill out forms to register the boat, and after answering a bunch of questions we were having trouble with the front desk to figure out who was the current owner (the money was paid in full but the bill of sale hadn’t been signed yet, and Daryl wouldn’t be here until the weekend, so the front desk said J was still the owner and would be responsible for the boat), then a lady in charge behind spoke to Daryl on the phone and said that put down Daryl’s name would be fine. I sweated in the air conditioned room, thinking it was much easier work we did before to get the boat in.
In the afternoon I took a nice hot shower in the spacious private ensuite bathroom. I’m a little worried getting too used to this comfort…
We celebrated with a nice dinner at a nearby Italian restaurant with a sea view called Sorrento. Their Mariana Fettuccine is as good as the one I had from the Fish Factory in Brisbane. I said why don’t we eat here every day, as Daryl paid for the marina so we should spend all the money we saved…
J said the days he was waiting for the payment was like being stuck in a limbo, hard to plan our next move. Now we are free to go!
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