Wednesday, July 22, 2015
The water is much calmer this morning, but boy is it hot! When you're feeling this sweaty and the sun is up, there's no point in sleeping anymore.
We shortly discovered a major difference with boats in Croatia: there is no waste storage on board, as there is in the U.S.A. After seeing some floaters go by the boat after using the head, or toilet, we quickly realized that bays with other boats anchored might not be the best place to swim.
"Well, from here on out, make sure we coordinate using the head when we're done swimming, so we don't get surprised..."
I unwrapped my toe and cleaned it off. At least it looks better. After letting it air out and bandaging it with gauze, we set on our way out to Mali Lago at the other end of Lastovo.
As we left Skrivena Luka, we could either go right or left.
"Lets go right."
That turned out to be the better sailing option since we could sail close hauled into the wind for a couple hours. Sailing close-hauled is the most refreshing in low to medium wind because the wind goes right into you, providing a nice respite from the hot sun.
"Breakfast is served!" I yelled to Terry as I stepped into the cockpit with a large platter of eggs, bacon and toast. I finally got around to cooking the breakfast food we had on board since day one. As I prepared food in the galley, I noticed that the bacon looked much less fatty than American style, and the egg yolks were more orange than American eggs. Little did we know how much the appearance would foretell the incredible flavor.
After satiating our hunger, we continued sailing.
"MA-RI-O...MA-RI-OOOOO...," we heard on the VHF radio, as if someone were imitating a ghost. Whenever we sail, we have the VHF tuned to Channel 16, used for alerting an emergency or hailing a marina.
"MA-RI-O...MA-RI-OOOOO..." Someone kept calling. It doesn't get more unprofessional than this. Aside from being annoying, if there was an emergency, this guy was hogging the radio.
We turned the bend to begin entering Mali Lago. Very pretty area, with waterfront homes and apartments. We anchored the boat, and swam in the crystal clear water.
Then we took a dinghy under a small bridge to the bay next door. One cove after the other had boats anchored. We tied up and explored some remants from what used to be a military port or storage for artillery during World War II. Afterwards, Terry even drove us into a submarine shelter, which was entirely enclosed except for the entrance, complete with bollards.
We took another stop at a tiny island called Makarac filled with trees and wildlife, and then drove over to a waterside restaurant for some drinks and dinner. More tasty olives, more delicious bread, and of course, fresh fish. As with dinner the previous night, the idea of Peka teased us again, as we didn't have three hours to wait for the prepared dish.
Not more than five minutes from returning to Pipi, I noticed two guys on a small boat came toward us, then held onto the lifeline.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
"It's 30 kuna per person since this is a natural park."
Fair enough.
It was approaching dark. We cracked open a bottle of wine, had a glass, and noticed some heat lightening. Fortunately, we haven't seen any thunderstorms thus far. This is no Florida.
The stars were even more lovely than previous nights. Terry and I even saw the same shooting star! This marks the third shooting star in the last few days. Talk about magical.
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