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-15.50,145.79
Steve's Bommie
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-14.91,145.69
MV Spirit Of Freedom
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False Entrance
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Two Towers
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Silver City

3 Day Cod Hole, CHRISTMAS and Ribbon Reefs

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the boat the spirit crew got ready for another adventure out at sea! It is the festive season and we prepared to celebrate Spiritmas onboard.

As 22 guests boarded we prepared to drop the lines and head out to the reef. The weather for the next few days was looking a little less festive! With ex tropical cyclone Owen still hanging around we had a push of 25-30knots and rain forcast for the next few days. That however wasn’t going to stop us enjoying the reef in all its glory.

We headed out to Saxon Reef, South Point to complete our first check out dive, the conditions wernt the best but everyone still gave it a nice solid go. We then moved over to Turtle Bommie to complete an afternoon dive, followed by the night dive. A very exciting one at that, with GTs and sharks cruising around.

Christmas day we awake to 25knots with gusts of 30’s and rain all day! A very true North QLD Christmas at that. We started out at Steves Bommie then headed up the reef to enjoy some beautiful coral Gardens dives at sites like Google Gardens and challenger Bay with amazing coral and lots of fish life, sharks, GT’s Cuttle Fish and Maori Wrasse.
We enjoyed a wonderful evening onboard with an amazing Christmas dinner preared by Sam our chef. We also had a very special visit from SANTA! Who came and gave out gifts to all the happy divers!

For our boxing day we headed to Pixie Pinnacle and then Lighthouse bommie to enjoy the pinnacle structure of the reef, with lots of macto life to find and even some big green turtles and olive sea snakes.
To finish off the last dives we headed up to the top of RR#10 where we double dived The Cod Hole. First jumping in to do our cod hole feed and infact the cod were extremely lucky this year as santa even came and gave them gifts for the silly season!

We then enjoyed another awesome evening onboard as we headed into Lizard Island to enjoy a BBQ dinner and last evening onboard for most of the guest!

Thank you to all the wonderful divers for spending Spiritmas with us, we hope you enjoyed the silly season as much as we did! Happy Days

Lucy Trip Director

‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE SPIRITMAS……

‘Twas the night before SPIRITMAS, when all through the boat
Not a creature was stirring, not even a goat;
The stockings were hung by the wheelhouse with care,
In hopes that St. Skipper Rob soon would be there;
The divers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of whale sharks danced in their heads;
And Lookout in her raincoat and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long wet winter’s nap,
When out on the back deck there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen rain
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny crew members,
With a little old skipper Rob, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Niek.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, MATTY! now, COURTENAY! now, LUCY! now TAKU! and ALICE!
On, RACHEL! on SAM! on, MICKY! and NIEK!
To the top of the sun deck! to the top of the dive stairs!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild cyclone fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the boat-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. skipper Rob too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little crew.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the porthole St. Skipper came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the port hole he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his crew gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY SPIRITMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!

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