From Evernote:

Day 1 part 2

Fantastic first day. Mark flew us into the World Heritage Area in a 1977 Cessna 172. Once you're clear of the logging it's pristine wilderness as far as the eye can see. Mark kept us just below the cloud ceiling, climbing as we headed west. It's the smallest plane I've ever been on - had trouble getting my big boots into the front.

The airstrip at Melaluca is a fat white band on the flat next to bathhurst harbor. We dropped sharply to take it from the south. I was expecting a dirt airstrip to give a rougher landing but it was surprisingly smooth.

Had only found out in Hobart that we needed something to put our fuel in, we purchased two liters before the flight. That made for a session of hasty coke swallowing. Looking at the bottles now there is a coke coloured bubble of water at the bottom of one of the bottles.

I didn't expect the scenery to be as good as it is. A full moon rises over a bueatiful bay.

Horror. Another human being on our beach. 7:44 pm where did they come from?