by di_namic42 » Tue Mar 25, 2014 11:43 pm
Possibly the worst 18 hours of my life!!!
Hire boat from Hell!!!
It seemed like a good decision at the time ... I have heard so much about the Hawksbury river, my aunt and I had a few unscheduled days before our south pacific cruise on the 30 March. I had been having difficulty finding accomodation that looked comfortable, interesting and where i could park the Van.
After leaving Phillips place ( Seaka) we had had lunch at a little waterside cafe near Forster NSW and as a houseboat went by, my aunt mentioned that she had sometimes though a houseboat would be something she would like to try. So when an add popped up on my tablet for houseboats on the Hawksbury, I thought a few days would be great! Having just finished my radio operators course, and my intoduction to diesel motors course, and received my RYA Coastal skipper Certificate, I felt it was something I could do. If I felt unwell, I could always drop anchor and stay in the one spot.
The add read "The Clipper Sundecker 30‘ is our most popular cruiser for hire with couples and young families. As it is not too large, it is easy to handle out on the water with just two adults. This boat is open plan, with a double bed and two single beds." So I called, without my usual planning and weighing things up, and luckily ( I thought) snagged a standby hire for the weekend, with the thought I would extend for a few more days the the following week. For the first time in months I felt really excited, and cancer seemed like a setback i could ignore for a while!
So after a 3.5 hour drive and a stop at woolworths to stock up on 6 days food we arrived at the boat hire place, after travelling down the steepest piece of windy, narrow road I have ever been on. Berowra waters road is apparently infamous. The signs saying "No semitrailers or caravans" should have tipped me off. Of course I should have put the van in low gear and let engine braking slow us down. The severity of the road only became apparent about half way down, and I put the van in 2nd , and I should have dropped it to 1st. I know better after being a driver in the Army Reserve in my uni days, but I guess chemo brain struck again.
We looked for the office and pulled up unknowingly in the cable barge queue, found the office, and then had to ask people to move back , and then hurriedly reverse the van around cars in the queue and the parked cars back to the car park area, before the barge arrived and the cars drove off. Ok, so by now I am stressing ! The helpful lady who asked did I know that my brakes were smoking and didn't I know not to ride my brakes ( brand new after the service before i left) down the hill did not help! So now I am feeling like a stressed idiot.
With time rapidly escaping on the friday afternoon, it was easier to take too much stuff, than to carefully sort thru what to take and minimise it. So food and gear for two women for 6 days holiday amounts to a bit of gear!! The company's trolley had been recently stolen, so after the paper work was done, and it was evident that the van was going to cool down and not about to catch fire, I had to reverse the van back down beside the queue, beside the wharf so we could unload, quickly before the barge came in again. either that or carry all this gear and groceries 200 metres from the van to the boat. [ Background: I tore a muscle in my shoulder last year on my sailing course and have suffered intermittent nerve pain and neck problems since then, but I thought they had mended.]
Concentrating on images of us moored in a picturesque harbour, playing with my watercolours trying to cature the mist and early morning light and reflection on the river helped me to contain my rising stress. With the cancer and the treatment, my stress levels rise quickly, drop slowly and my anxiety rises to near panic and the DianneBeast lurks impatiently to burst out and verbally savage those who irritate ( which is everyone)!
So my aunt and I, with some help from the boat hire guy lugged all the stuff to the boat! I was starting to feel like I was in one of those surreal dreams where nice things morph into dragons and dark images.
With my brain now fried from stress chemicals, a long day and exhaustion the boat and safety briefing was an exercise in self control. The boat was simple - no instruments except a depth sounder. a bit of a shock, as it has been a while since i have been on any boat that doesn't have even a small chart plotter. [ No worries! I have my tablet with me with navionics on it!] There were 2 folded charts with the plastic coating peeling off, and some pen marks showing tracks to take. The overview of the switches and the engine starting procedure was fine and I managed to follow all that, somehow.
The mooring demonstration was to be first thing in the morning. It was at that point I realised that my aunt would have to be the one to scoop up the rope and attach it to the boat as i bought the boat 30ft boat in. She is a total non-sailor and can't swim and is older than me. Mmmmm this is going to be interesting! Especially as the bays are tight and there would be a lot of weekend boat traffic around. Mmmmmmm. I would have to teach her how to give me signals as the visability from the controls was not great. Not insurmountable, but could be challenging. Dial the stress levels up another notch.
For the non-boaties: The bilge is the inside bottom of the boat where the water collects. A few boats have dry bilges, but most boats leak somewhat. A bilge pump, can be electic or manual and is the way water is removed from the boat so it doesn't fill up with water and sink. Boats can have one or more electric bilge pumps and/or one or more manual bilge pumps. On some boats the bilge pump can run once per week varying through every hour to continuously on a boat that has problems. The bilge pump on this ran about every 15 minutes with a burbling sound and then a long splaaaaash . as the bilge water was emptied into the river.
The toilet ( or head to the boaties) was a vacum seal flush. This meant that a vacum was built up and when deposits had been made into the pan , a pedal was pressed cracking the seal and sucking the contents down into the holding tank. This was amazingly noisy and the crack of the air rushing into the vacum very sharp. Also, the pump which built up the air vacum had a sound like a Da-Da-Thump, so as it was building up again it went Da-Da-Thump-Da-Da-Thump-Da-Da-Thump-Da-Da-Thump-Da-Da-Thump-Da-Da-Thump-Da-Da-Thump and sounded like rabid bunny rabits humping. The tank must have had a slow leak as it pump went off about every 5 minutes for a few Da-Da-Thump's. This was funny at first and cause Val and I to laugh histerically as we imagined a cupboard with 2 huge rabbits humping..
As the anchor light wasn't working we stayed tied to the dock so it could be examined in the morning. The guy said the barge would slow down from the current 15 minute round trip.
Whilst we quickly learned to shut off the vacum pump , 2 post menopausal women have to pee several times per night, and this involved tuning on the pump cunningly hidden in a cupbord with an unoiled slide lock CLUNK, about a minute of Da-Da-Thump as the vacum built up whilst various toilet noises happen, then the CRACK-swooooosh, a minute of Da-Da-Thump whilst opening the cupoard and finding the awkwardly placed switch again ClUNK.
Finally, we spread the sheets and crawled into bed. 3 inches of ultra high density foam on plywood. My elbow would just make a dent if i pressed really hard. the mattress was only just softer than concrete. My shoulder is now aching from carrying stuff down to the boat, and is rapidly worsening from the bed and the thin pillow. The noises echo and reverberate around the cabin.
The barge comes in, low rumbling noises, various lights and a small wash and the sounds of cars driving off and other cars loading about 30 ft from us. CLUNK Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump, CRACK-swooooooosh. Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump CLUNK. Bilge pump Burble Burble Burble Splaaaaash. Barge lights noises wash and cars. Roll & toss & nerve pain throbbing. Bilge pump Burble Burble Burble Splaaaaash.
CLUNK Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump, CRACK-swooooooosh. Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump CLUNK. Bilge pump Burble Burble Burble Splaaaaash. Barge lights noises wash and cars. Roll & toss & nerve pain throbbing. Bilge pump Burble Burble Burble Splaaaaash. pause ....... waiting, waiting ....... Bilge pump Burble Burble Burble Splaaaaash.
By midnight I was in severe pain and waiting during the silent time for the next time the bilge pump would go off.
CLUNK Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump, CRACK-swooooooosh. Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump Da-Da-Thump CLUNK. Bilge pump Burble Burble Burble Splaaaaash. Barge lights noises wash and cars. Roll & toss & nerve pain throbbing. Bilge pump Burble Burble Burble Splaaaaash. pause ....... waiting, waiting ....... Bilge pump Burble Burble Burble Splaaaaash. pause ....... waiting, waiting ....... Bilge pump Burble Burble Burble Splaaaaash.
I think I slept for an hour around 4am before the barge started running every 15 mins again.
By 5 am I had my escape plotted and how we could hopefully get most of my money back, and wondering how could an idea which seemed so happy and fun have gone so wrong? Yes, we would have been away from the barge , but we could not have out run the mattress and the bunny rabbits and the bilge pump.
Finally at 8am the boat hire people arrived and we moved our STUFF up to the gate, drove the van down after the barge disgorged several cars, hurriedly loaded our gear, and after a test of the possibly cooked brakes headed up the winding road as I was just able to keep my eyes open.
Hire boat from hell!!!