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When I finished the blog last night, I went up the cockpit to lie down and enjoy the cool breeze and live music coming across the marina.
It was an early start again this morning to get my book keeping out the way. By the time I had finished, Cheryl was up, so we went to the coffee shop in the marina while Brian and Dianne slept.
After coffee I decided to seek out a quiet spot to phone my mother for 86th birthday. (Cheryls's Mum was also 86 yesterday) Cheryl took me around to a beach that she and Dianne had visited yesterday. The beach had the coarsest sand I'd ever seen. The grains were about 50 mms in diameter. Building a sandcastle would need a good excavator. The locals use matts to lie on and sunbake, or alternatively you can hire a sun lounge. I think if Marty had his physo business over here, he would have made a fortune.
The girls said the beach was absolutely packed. People of all shapes and sizes. It reminds you of a David Attenborough documenatry about all the walruses on an island in the antartic. At least the walruses don't wear undersized bikinis and budgie smugglers. The beach is well set up, with plenty of shelters. Caravan and motorhomes, tents etc are just metres away. Reminds me of the old days in Dunsborough.
By the time we started to go back to the boat, things had begun to heat up. Brian and Dianne were still sleeping, so It was time for a shower. As I mentioned in my previous blogs, Croatia has really lifted the bar. When you go to the showers, everything is automatic. Taps, Showers, Lights, Music, driers, you name it. As I went into the shower, all the lights came on. But while I was in it, they went out, and it was a bit like being in the blackhole of Calcutta. I was dong star jumps, clapping my hands, clicking my fingures, nothing worked. Maybe it was divine intervention, the world wasn't ready to see my body yet. Like the locals at the beach, Europe had taken its toll, and I now have to hold the mirror landscape to see it all. :(
The girls seemed to have maintained their hourglass figures, though I think the hour might nearly be up as all the sand has run to the bottom. Brian has come through unscathed. A church mouse would eat more than him.
I tried to call mum a couple of times, but no answer. Mum does find it difficult to hear the phone. Tone deaf. Dad said he noticed it very early on in their marriage. I will try a little later in the day.
Cheryl is the first person to take a dip in the med this trip. It really is quite warm, and she needed cooling down.
We had a nice lunch on the boat, but you had to eat real fast as the bread and cheese were drying out at a rate of knots.
We finished lunch around 2.30pm. It was too hot to do anything, and there is nothing happening in the town at this time of day. We all took a break, I caught up on the blog, and read the paper, Cheryl and Dianne were reading their books, and Brian was up top in the cockpit reading his.
Around 4.30 we all decided it was time for a walk, so again we went down town taking a different route. (getting another ice cream n the way!). Everytime you walk to see something different, the narrow streets, the grapevines, the gardens, the refurbished buildings. The old town is being redone, but still maintaining the traditional Croatian style.
Eventually we ended up on another beach at the back of the town. I think this is the beach the locals use, as the bay is far enough around to be protected from the afternoon breeze. (it was blowing very strong).
Finally we decided to cool down by going to a bar for a drink. Brian and I ordered a beer, but strangely there were no drinks for the girls. We should have checked things out better before we ordered, After that we thought we would go to the marina bar, as it looks far more comfortable and is out of the sun. There bar menu was even worse. :( Brian was pretty disgusted with the toilets also. So out of character for the marina. The girls then decided they would go to the supermarket and gets some tonic water to make their own drinks. Brian and I walked backed to the boat to get our own beers, and take the salad vegies back that we purchased earlier.
Eventually the girls turned up empty handed, no tonic water, they couldn't by any. They decided on a cider instead.
When we got back to Arietta, another boat had turned up beside us. Germans. We had a good chat, they spoke reasonable English. much better than my German. They had to come into the marina as their winch had failed, so the anschor could not be set for mooring offshore.
By the time we had done all this, it was 8.30pm, and time to have tea. The girls had made up a great pot of spagetti bog and meatballs, salad and cheese. It tasted great.
Whilst this was happening a "Tahitian" boat was mooring across the other side of the marina. The marina crew assisted the boat in, as its keel extends the full length of the boat, and is difficult to manouver. They probably got their help by using channel 17. There was only 1 guy and five women on the boat. Bit like having a fox in the henhouse.
The town has sprung into life once again, and we are listening to a great live band playing in the town square.
It has been a great stay in Pirovac, but it is time to move on. Brian has found a place to go to tomorrow about 12 nm away. I will ensure he reads the signs correctly and turns a hard right out of the marina.
Well it's time to leave you guys, I am going to listen to some great music.
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Heather Thompson Sounds a very interesting hot trip. Look forward to more details
Heather Thompson Sounds like a very interesting hot trip this time. Look forward to hearing all the details