Today we are moving onto a little place called Palmazana, which is about 2.5 hours away. Whilst the map on this blog shows us in being Brac, we were in fact in a little bay on the island called Stipanski. We all decided to have another swim early this morning, and again the water was just right. Pete did not grace us with one of his spekky dives, as he did not want to use all his form up in one place.

The crew is getting it all together now, and departing was quite easy. The girls made another great breakfast of yoghurt and fruit whilst we were on the run.

When moving to the next island we had to go through a strait, between the islands of Brac and Solta. Due to the fact it is narrow, you begin to realise how many boats are out enjoying the Med. In front there seemed to be an armada, and then when you look behind, another armada. It would just about shame the start of the Sydney - Hobart race.

The Thompson's were late starting (which is not unusual) because Grayden and his lovely wife Natalia had pinched the dinghy to go to the island for a look around. They have a faster boat than us so we figured that our handicap would be made up by the early start.

Anyway about 20 mins out from our destination, they passed us! Ray was behind the wheel, and you could see his big wide smile from quite a distance. That yacht must have really been flying.

We arrived at Palmizana in the early afternoon, which was good as there were not too many boats tied up. Palmizana is not far from the town of Hvar, which is the main town on the island. The Marina people put the 2 boats into the far end of the marina, which made it a little difficult for Brian with Atola, because of it's size. Never the less, Brian was able to get it berthed without any grief.

As soon as the Yacht was tied up, we decided to go and explore the island and find something to eat, as we were all starving. As Brian and Dianne have been here before, they new where the best eating places were. Like all things good, there is a catch. In this case it was walking over a mountain that would make Kosciusko pale into insignificance. I could not even guess how we were going to get back after a couple of ales.It was worth it though. I have put a picture in of the crew at the restaurant, overlooking the beautiful bay on the opposite side of the island. Dianne talked Cheryl and I into having a local meat dish for 2. Absolutely superb, like all the food we have had on this trip.

By the time we had got back to the mariner, all the Party Boats had arrived. The marina was FULL! There would have been at least 40 boats full of all young people. The music was loud, the beer was running, and they were partying. It was quite a sight really, all the boats masts were decorated with flags that presumably represented all the countries the people were from. (plus lots of inflatable toys hoisted up ) it was a great to see and experience.

By the time the evening came, they party had moved by ferry to the town of Hvar (which is where the pin is set on this map), where the night clubs are.

It is very late now, and they still haven't returned, and I am not waiting I am off to bed.