I woke many times throughout the night with the rain belting down, but also the winds were getting stronger by the hour, probably because the cyclone was moving closer to the mainland.
Come daybreak, even though it was still raining and the wind gusting in I decided I wasn't going to spend another day in the tent and that I'd attempt to put the tarp up.
I knew that there was no way the sand pegs were going to hold the tarp up in this wind, so I spent about an hour in the rain dragging large logs that had drifted up onto the beach back to my campsite, using these as anchor points for the tarp.
It was like fighting a wild animal as I tried to put up the tarp, but I did manage to win the battle and now have shelter to cook on my table instead of the tent.
This afternoon the rain stopped and with the clouds clearing the sun came up for the first time in a while. The winds are still blowing but with the clear skies, at 47km, for the first time I can see the small, but tall island next to Saibai Island, my summit, just 3kms from PNG!
I am so close and now I have to sit and wait for the weather to pass, but I've been waiting 6 years for this day to come, so I suppose a couple more won't kill me.