Day 37: Catch-22
06.02.09: I scrambled like a fighter pilot down to the harbour. I have to leave today. I have to leave today. I stopped at the Waterfront Hostel on the way, attempting to contact the ‘Monparess' boat, but no reply on the radio. Damn. Had to go back to immigration with my tail between my legs after yesterday's little spat. The lady in immigration gave me the kind of dressing down I hadn't experienced since primary school. The good news - they had my wallet. I had left it there when I stormed out. The bad news - they still weren't going to take me off the crewlist until I showed up with captain Grant (who is still a few thousand miles north of us at this moment in time). Outside I bumped into Andrew, the incredibly helpful guy from SuperYacht Publications who almost got me on…