Well Tin Can Bay turned out to be a lovely spot to spend a few days, lovely walk down by the water, shop, garage, church, bank, post office what more do you need…
After recovering and cleaning up in Tin Can Bay for a few days and waiting out a couple of gusty more we did a short 4 hour sail up to Garry’s anchorage, this is a terrific spot and we enjoyed the first sit on the beach, share a beer and watch the kids play, a sign that it must be getting warmer!
So when we had the mechanic down to the boat in Tin Can Bay we got him to have a look over other parts of our motor to see if there were any red flags before we got under-way again. He said one of the belts on our motor was quite worn, we tried to replace it with our “spare” which turned out to be the wrong size (one size too small), he tensioned it and suggested we get a new one. We went to the chandlery, they didn’t have one, to the garage they had some, the same size we already had and one a bit too big but out of the size we needed of course! Not really any other options for shops in Tin Can Bay so we decided to keep fingers crossed and get one in Bundaberg a few days away…
Well we must have needed our toes crossed as well as 5 minutes out of Garry’s anchorage the engine alarm went off – temperature was 230, supposed to be about 180, not good, emergency shut off and a quick anchor down in the middle of the channel (lucky its 6am and no other boats out). Open up the engine room, and yep, you guessed it, a broken belt! Hmmm, a few choice words.
Could we stretch the too short belt to fit???? Not a chance… then Jas had bright idea of grinding a bit off the alternator bracket and moving the alternator over so that the belt would maybe fit, worth a try right? So at 6am out comes the generator and the grinder and Jas gets to work, and guess what, a win, it worked! New belt in place and off we go, reasoning the closer we get to Hervey Bay the closer the dinghy ride might be into town if the belt breaks again.
But it didn’t break, the engine hummed away nicely and we motored through the rest of the sandy straights to “Big Woody Island” (yes chuckle chuckle, funny name). More like big rocky island, a trip the beach and some washing later and we prepared for the run up to bundaberg.
In contrast to our earlier sea passage the sea, was flat and calm, and although we had sails up in good faith, no wind came to fill them and it was a 50nm motor to Bundy.
So after a few “hold your breath spots” at low tide traversing the Burnett river we have arrived the the town of Bundaberg, where engine parts await us at the post office and there are a few things to stock up on. None of us have been here before so hoping to spend a couple of days checking out town before pushing further north.