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April 13, 2009
Our first Australian port of call was Fremantle where we were met for a few hours by Auntie Mercy. From there we set sail for Adelaide. We were greeted on the dock by my sister and brother-in-law.

My enduring memory of this day is sitting in the front seat of their car wedged between my brother-in-law and my father. Everyone was talking at once. I recall looking up at my brother-in-law trying to engage him in conversation, being totally ignored and not understanding why, something which pretty much typifies the nature of our relationship not only then but ever after.