Adelaide turned it on as we left also. David and I decided to forgo the coveted early dinner in favour of farewelling Adelaide from the top deck and it was terrific when we finally left. We waited half an hour for a late man then after the gangway had been pulled up he arrived and hammered on the gates. The kind captain let him on - how embarrassing it must have been!
People lined the Outer Harbour southern breakwater, cheering and waving and a flotilla of small craft on each side accompanied us about 3 kms out to sea which was bathed in a pearly grey light.
The magic continued after late dinner as we stood on our balcony with the golden glow of Adelaide in the far left distance, a brighter glow that must be Noarlunga, ashore was the dark bulk of the Fleurieu Peninsula sloping down to a string of orange lights that had to be Cape Jervis. We glided gently through Backstairs Passage with a warm wind in our faces and twinkling stars in a velvet sky.
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