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We decided to get out of bed reasonably early this morning, to prepare for our trip to Drvenik. (Diane remembers the names of places by what she eats. On her last trip she had octopus salad at this little island, hence we're off to Octopus Salad. Glad Captain Cook did not use this method, we might have been called Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding instead of Australia.)
The morning was quite steamy but very overcast. I was sitting on the toilet, enjoying the peace and solitude, when I heard this almighty bang. I honestly thought the locals had started fighting with each other, or at the very least an explosion on another boat or something. Of course if there was any danger It wasn't going to be easy for me to move or even have time to pull my pants up! What an awkward time to be on the toilet! As it turned out it was a clap of thunder and it was magnified by the echoing in the hills around us. Everybody was shocked by it's loudness.
The wind & rain etc came in, and caused a considerable amount of choppiness for a while, and we were a little concerned as our anchor was not holding. Brian started Atola, and allowed it to idle, to keep us from hitting the rocks behind us. Many other boats had already taken up their lines, and moved into a safer spot. Fortunately the storm did not last very long, and it simply moved on. All things went back to normal. The trip to Drvenik was not delayed at all. We pulled up stumps, and Ray,Ray from the other boat disconnected the shorelines, which was good of him. (personally I think he is paying back all those beers he owes us) Brian had quite a bit of trouble disconnecting the outboard from the dinghy, because the dinghy was even more limp than it was last night. It definitely needs a jar of Viagra.
The trip was about 3 hours. The mooring was good, except it did not have any water or power. Hence the reason for no pictures in this and the last blog. The town was like most of the others we have been in. They all have their own charm and character, and the people are very friendly.
The Adora had already moored. Once we had moored more boats slowly began filling up the little quay. One chap was having a great struggle as the wind was blowing him at an angle to the quay, so Dianne and I decided to assist him to tie up. He finally go the boat back close enough for us to catch the ropes. The idea of course is to catch the ropes and throw them back to the boat so they can secure them. All was going well until I was trying to get the rope back. The boat moved away, and the rope and I went straight over the edge. I had intended going for a swim, but it would have been better if I was wearing my bathers. As I was in the water, it was left up to Dianne to help the boat, which she did in a very professional way. The captain came up and saw me later (German) and we had a good laugh and shook hands.
Ray and I decided to walk around the bay, and discover the town. Pete and Roz did also. The girls had already gone to the bakery and brought the last loaf of bread in the town, so we could have lunch. The storms had knocked out the towns power, so they couldn't bake.
Ray and I had nearly got back to the boat, when we met up with Ray,Ray, Jenny, and Keith and Jenn from the other boat. They were having a quiet ale enjoying the moment at a small Bar/Café at the end of the quay. I was intending to go back to the boat, but Ray had already hurried into the tavern and purchased a couple of bottles of beer.(he was on a mission) I mean what could I say? A little later Roz and Pete also joined us, and several hours and quite a few beers later, Brian turned up, so we had a couple more to keep the Captain company. (that is part of the crews job, besides he's got no friends and would have to sit there by himself) Due to volume being consumed, the mandatory trip to the WC was required, and believe it or not, the men's WC was the highlight of this island. It was like a man cave, literally, and is was so well done, the porcelain was neatly installed into these rock walls, and the walls themselves were lit up with designer lighting. Jo normally lurks in these areas, but she let me down this time in not getting a photo.
At some stage we had to make a move, because we were booked in at another idyllic restaurant perched high in the hills. Everyone made there way back to the boats, and cleaned up, to get ready for tea.
Being perched high, means another bloody long walk up the mandatory stairs. You can see why the locals are so trim taut and terrific. The girls were able to get there phones charged at the restaurant, which was good of the owners. The meal was excellent, as was the view. Unfortunately, I let the side down, as I could only manage 1 glass of red. I had to let the Captain polish off the rest. My quiet afternoon with Ray and the others had taken its toll.
A good night was had by all, but we had a long day tomorrow, so it was back to the boat for a good nights rest.
The morning was quite steamy but very overcast. I was sitting on the toilet, enjoying the peace and solitude, when I heard this almighty bang. I honestly thought the locals had started fighting with each other, or at the very least an explosion on another boat or something. Of course if there was any danger It wasn't going to be easy for me to move or even have time to pull my pants up! What an awkward time to be on the toilet! As it turned out it was a clap of thunder and it was magnified by the echoing in the hills around us. Everybody was shocked by it's loudness.
The wind & rain etc came in, and caused a considerable amount of choppiness for a while, and we were a little concerned as our anchor was not holding. Brian started Atola, and allowed it to idle, to keep us from hitting the rocks behind us. Many other boats had already taken up their lines, and moved into a safer spot. Fortunately the storm did not last very long, and it simply moved on. All things went back to normal. The trip to Drvenik was not delayed at all. We pulled up stumps, and Ray,Ray from the other boat disconnected the shorelines, which was good of him. (personally I think he is paying back all those beers he owes us) Brian had quite a bit of trouble disconnecting the outboard from the dinghy, because the dinghy was even more limp than it was last night. It definitely needs a jar of Viagra.
The trip was about 3 hours. The mooring was good, except it did not have any water or power. Hence the reason for no pictures in this and the last blog. The town was like most of the others we have been in. They all have their own charm and character, and the people are very friendly.
The Adora had already moored. Once we had moored more boats slowly began filling up the little quay. One chap was having a great struggle as the wind was blowing him at an angle to the quay, so Dianne and I decided to assist him to tie up. He finally go the boat back close enough for us to catch the ropes. The idea of course is to catch the ropes and throw them back to the boat so they can secure them. All was going well until I was trying to get the rope back. The boat moved away, and the rope and I went straight over the edge. I had intended going for a swim, but it would have been better if I was wearing my bathers. As I was in the water, it was left up to Dianne to help the boat, which she did in a very professional way. The captain came up and saw me later (German) and we had a good laugh and shook hands.
Ray and I decided to walk around the bay, and discover the town. Pete and Roz did also. The girls had already gone to the bakery and brought the last loaf of bread in the town, so we could have lunch. The storms had knocked out the towns power, so they couldn't bake.
Ray and I had nearly got back to the boat, when we met up with Ray,Ray, Jenny, and Keith and Jenn from the other boat. They were having a quiet ale enjoying the moment at a small Bar/Café at the end of the quay. I was intending to go back to the boat, but Ray had already hurried into the tavern and purchased a couple of bottles of beer.(he was on a mission) I mean what could I say? A little later Roz and Pete also joined us, and several hours and quite a few beers later, Brian turned up, so we had a couple more to keep the Captain company. (that is part of the crews job, besides he's got no friends and would have to sit there by himself) Due to volume being consumed, the mandatory trip to the WC was required, and believe it or not, the men's WC was the highlight of this island. It was like a man cave, literally, and is was so well done, the porcelain was neatly installed into these rock walls, and the walls themselves were lit up with designer lighting. Jo normally lurks in these areas, but she let me down this time in not getting a photo.
At some stage we had to make a move, because we were booked in at another idyllic restaurant perched high in the hills. Everyone made there way back to the boats, and cleaned up, to get ready for tea.
Being perched high, means another bloody long walk up the mandatory stairs. You can see why the locals are so trim taut and terrific. The girls were able to get there phones charged at the restaurant, which was good of the owners. The meal was excellent, as was the view. Unfortunately, I let the side down, as I could only manage 1 glass of red. I had to let the Captain polish off the rest. My quiet afternoon with Ray and the others had taken its toll.
A good night was had by all, but we had a long day tomorrow, so it was back to the boat for a good nights rest.
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