TWO NIGHTS DODGING THE BORA
|CHILLIN WITH THE CZECHS|
We over night there in a tranquil anchorage and head off reasonably early the next day for a 39 nautical mile motor/motor sail in calm weather to Rogoznica which puts us officially on the Dalmation Coast.
The Dalmation Coast is a different kettle of fish to the austere places we have just come from. It's the glamour, groovy, gorgeously picture skew, atmospheric part of Croatia you read about. We reversed in to the quay where the port office bloke helped with the ropes and charged us 26 Kuna a metre for mooring fees. A better rate than the bloke half an hour earlier who said 33 Kuna per metre.
Three tries and I get it right. We tie up and have a well earned first drink of the day. Bill breaks out the family sized two litre plastic beer bottle and we have time to consider how lovely it is here. Soon it's showers, a walk around town and then dinner on the beautiful fairy tale pinch yourself laid back old town quay. With the doof doof of the nearby bar in my head right now, I'm moved to say Rogoznica rocks.
|DINGHY ON BOARD RATHER THAN TRAILED|
|THAT WOULD BE US THERE!|
|WALK UP FROM THE ANCHORAGE|
|NATIONAL PARK ANCHORAGE|
|MOTORING SOUTH, MORNING CALM|
|GEOLOGY FROM AFAR|
|BILL AND PETE REPAIR RUBBER DINGHY|
|THE AUTO PILOT'S NAME IS RAY|
|BILL FIDDLES WITH FURLER FINGS|
|MED MOORING, REVERSE IN|
|MAILING POSTCARD TO COOPER THE DALMATION FROM THE DALMATION COAST|
|DRINKIES BEFORE WALKING THE PLANK TO DINNER|
|OUR SEAFOOD RESTAURANT CHOICE|
|WE'RE PARKED JUST BEHIND THAT BIG WHITE THING|