|Sydney's spectacular New Year's Eve display (pilfered from Sydney Morning Herald - |
my images do not even remotely due credit to the show). Somewhere in the silhouettes is us and our boat!
Most of the yachties we know either sail boats like ours -- a bit too cosy for four, or, they already were full up with friends and family for the big event.
|Even days before Sydney's world famous New Year's eve fireworks. we were agog with the lights of the city, including this ferris wheel on the other side of the Sydney Bridge.|
Thus, two days early, we staked out our spot at Farm Cove, the closest we could get to Sydney Bridge and Opera House. That was the epicenter for Sydney's world famous New Years Eve display, with fireworks going off the bridge, and off two fireworks barges parked off the bridge. No worries about sharing our space with superyachts -- 15 meters (49 feet) was the biggest boat allowed anchorage in Farm Cove.
At that point, there were only 6 of us boats anchored there. The skies were gray, and we've had far calmer passages that rolly, regularly waked anchorage. The entertainment and anticipation far outweighed the inconvenience and discomfort, when it took clever tactics to keep anything loose inside our boats from going airborne and landing with a hard thump.
|Ovation of the Sea, dwarfing the Sydney Bridge, the night before "the big event." No cruise ships allowed for that.|
We watched the more sedate ginormous cruise ship, Ovation of the Sea, dwarf the Sydney Bridge as made its leviathan way exiting the harbor for the sea.
In the wee hours, calm reigned, briefly. As a test run for the upcoming festivities, the bridge put on a light show, strobing and beaming in blue, turquoise, red, magenta, indigo, green, yellow and white lights.
By the time New Year's Eve fireworks kicked in, there were ~200 boats in Farm Cove and "the Island" a floating diner, booked for a private party for the eve.
|Neville and Catherine, getting into the holiday spirit aboard their sailboat Dreamtime, in Farm Cove, Sydney.|
Friends Marce and Frank of Escape Velocity moved from "just as crazy" Apple Bay to Farm Cove, noting, "We didn't travel 12,000 miles to see Sydney's New Year's eve fireworks at a distance." Good thing, as while visiting them from my kayak, I pushed a boat about to hit them, away.
For non-yachties... how close is too close for boats to anchor next to each other?
|A close call in Sydney's Farm Cove, New Year's Eve. Note the classic glare combined with hands-on-hips pose, quaintly referred to amongst yachties in the know as "bitch wings." In this case, the pose proved effective.|
The first part is how much chain and/or rope there needs to be between the boat and the anchor. Our minimum is usually 5:1. That means in a 30 foot anchorage, like Farm Cove, we would put out 150 feet of chain.
Assuming everyone around us is doing something similar, and that they're good enough at anchoring that that don't "drag" (that their anchor stays in one place), then it's just a question of "swing room". Swing room is how much surface area a boat needs clear around it in order to not hit anything (like another boat); even on a well anchored boat shifts occur due to wind, tide, current and wakes from other passing boats.
|One of many official attempts to restore order within the harbour. Farm Cove, Sydney, New Year's Eve.|
Pretty much everyone in the anchorage was MUCH closer than that. Collisions ensued. We were called by a friend in the anchorage to alert us to a boat that came near hitting us several times, and we watched one on our other side, which also repeatedly came within less than 10 feet. Amazingly, we didn't get hit.
Fortunately, despite being packed like sardines and lots of alcohol, everyone was pretty pleasant. We were all there to have a good time.
In fact, while neither Wayne nor I are much for crowds, "yachter-tainment" aka "yacht tv" (watching the ineptitude and antics of other yachties) was at its finest. There were buff guys in hot pink speedos. Partiers jumping off the tops of tall small fishing boats. A current-aged beach boy look-alike swimming throughout the anchorage and inviting himself aboard (a friend's boat). A whacky ancient lyric popped into my head, from Sherman Allan's "My Aunt Minnie," She went to a happening. (And didn't know what was happening.)
|Port Authority boat starts off the Sydney New Year's eve festivities with a sprinkler show.|
It kicked off with a pair of stunt planes, twining and looping their way in tight tandem through the sky. A Port Authority boat acted as a mobile massive sprinkler unit. A solo stunt pilot showed off with steep vertical climbs, followed with spiraling earthward stalls, and rapid swoops near boats and up the face of the Sydney Bridge. As dusk ensued, large fruit bats joined them in flight.
Darkness was ushered in with the presence of a lighted boat parade, all boats decked out in white lights, the tall ship South Passage the prettiest of the bunch.
Music drifted across the water from events on both sides of the cove, a tribute to the passing music legends David Bowie and Prince (reflected in later "Purple Rain" pyrotechnics). It was too late in the game to pay tribute to Princess Leia aka Carrie Fisher or her mum, Debbie Reynolds.
|From Fairfax Media's video of Sydney's New Year's Eve fireworks. Click here to watch it.|
Midnight marked the finale, as the final artillery of the last of the 12,000 shells, 25,000 shooting comments and 100,000 pyrotechnic events. A golden waterfall of light flowed over the bridge whilst the sky was ablaze with fireflowers in blues, greens, gold, violet, indigo and magenta.
$7 million dollars, gone in a puff of smoke, yet a truly glorious and epic smoke, shared to the delight of millions (and the two of us, on our little tiny sailboat, a long, long way from where we started).
As the smoke cleared, Farm Cove emptied out, while the Sydney Bridge light show continued.
|New Year's Eve ireworks fade, as the Sydney bridge lights begin their dance.|
"Did you see the 'Happy New Year Sydney' flash in the sky?" asked our new Ozzie friend Michael at the beach the next day. He watched the fireworks from a high land vantage point. We didn't. Nor did we see the "Willy Wonka" moment in tribute to the comic acting genius Gene Wilder.
Regardless, it was one helluva spectacular show, one we will never forget. Fittingly, Sydney earned its place among our favorite New Year's Eves, fittingly, right up there with Havana, Cuba, two years ago, near the start of our grand voyage.
|Farm Cove, still pretty awesome without the fireworks - especially after so much time in 2nd and 3rd world countries.|
My hope is that we can look back at 2017 with more fondness than we did 2016. Maybe David Bowie's "Heroes," credited with helping bring down the Berlin wall is the perfect start. Per wikipedia, Bowie scholar David Buckly wrote " 'Heroes' is perhaps pop's definitive statement of the potential triumph of the human spirit over adversity."
Yes - let's all hum a few bars and see what we can do to make it happen... "We can be heroes, just for one day...."
A little late (though there's still 360 days left)
Happy New Year!
|Calm returns to Farm Cove, Sydney in the wee hours of New Year's morning.|
We anchored in Farm Cove (S33.51.571 E151.13.187) December 29 2016 - January 1, 2017. We are back in Pittwater (S33.39.435 E151.18.041), resuming our prep for Journey's sale.
We're shopping for a van camper/conversion (downsizing again!). Once we've found a van Journey is ready for show, we'll tour Australia for a bit by land before we return to work, somewhere. There are still lots of catch-up posts coming, some blog clean-up and posts of our overland travels. This year, my "best of 2016" recap will be late in coming - sometime by month's end. 2016 was a pretty intense end-of-year.