Saturday, 13 September 2008
Wednesday, 10 September 2008
Saturday, 6 September 2008
Hvar to Vbroska
We had heard many favourable reports about Vbroska, and as we were in need of water and electricity this was an attractive choice of marina for an overnight.
Once we had finished the last work telephone calls on Friday evening we slipped free of the mooring buoy in Hvar and headed clockwise around the island.
We anchored overnight in Uvala Vira on the north side of the peninsular. The mooring buoys were all taken, so we anchored stern-to in a small inlet on the eastern shore.
The bay is not particularly attractive, with deep water, and a (presumably naturist) campsite on the central headland with stone mole to protect the campers' dayboats.
In the morning we witnessed an amazing spectacle over breakfast:
A middle-aged man, naked and apparently alone on a 44 foot motorboat, slipped his mooring buoy, and let the boat gently drift out to sea.
He then jumped off the transom and disappeared into the water. The boat continued to drift in the morning breeze out toward the open water. Visions of Reggie Perring and Robert Maxwell came to mind. The man swam to the shore and sat in the morning sun watching the boat drift further away. After twenty minutes of this, the onboard friend must have finally woken up, and the engines burst in to life. I never managed to see how the story ended...
After breakfast we sailed out of the bay into a freshening breeze in the Hvarski Kanal.
Once we had finished the last work telephone calls on Friday evening we slipped free of the mooring buoy in Hvar and headed clockwise around the island.
We anchored overnight in Uvala Vira on the north side of the peninsular. The mooring buoys were all taken, so we anchored stern-to in a small inlet on the eastern shore.
The bay is not particularly attractive, with deep water, and a (presumably naturist) campsite on the central headland with stone mole to protect the campers' dayboats.
In the morning we witnessed an amazing spectacle over breakfast:
A middle-aged man, naked and apparently alone on a 44 foot motorboat, slipped his mooring buoy, and let the boat gently drift out to sea.
He then jumped off the transom and disappeared into the water. The boat continued to drift in the morning breeze out toward the open water. Visions of Reggie Perring and Robert Maxwell came to mind. The man swam to the shore and sat in the morning sun watching the boat drift further away. After twenty minutes of this, the onboard friend must have finally woken up, and the engines burst in to life. I never managed to see how the story ended...
After breakfast we sailed out of the bay into a freshening breeze in the Hvarski Kanal.
Wednesday, 3 September 2008
Vinogradisce to Hvar
Hvar has received a bad press from many who visit, but we were pleasantly surprised.
We motored around from Vinogradisce, through the narrows, and picked up one of the mooring buoys on the NW entrance to the bay. From this location it was easy to motor to the main quayside in the rib, without being too close to the hustle and bustle of the town.
The fuelling jetty in the eastern bay was shallow, inaccessible and crowded. I resorted to transporting across couple of 25L jerrycans in the rib, which was timeconsuming but doable.
Hvar may have benefited from being out of season, but we enjoyed the holidaymaker atmosphere, and Maria loved the shopping, and bought a pile of Hvar made custom shirts and tops. I was sceptical at the time, but as the months have passed, I have realised how good quality were her purchases.
We had a few work issues to contend with whilst we were Hvar, so we found it very helpful to use the the outside terrace of the Riva Hotel on the quayside as a temporary office. The free Wifi definitely justified the consumption of a few club sandwiches and a few Campari sodas after sundown.
Although the bustle of the town was enjoyable during the day, the quality of food suffered from the ready market of tourists, and we were glad not to have moored too close to the late night revellers.
We have not yet visited either Starigrad or Korcula, so we hope that these will turn out to keep the best aspects but lose the worst of Hvar.
We motored around from Vinogradisce, through the narrows, and picked up one of the mooring buoys on the NW entrance to the bay. From this location it was easy to motor to the main quayside in the rib, without being too close to the hustle and bustle of the town.
The fuelling jetty in the eastern bay was shallow, inaccessible and crowded. I resorted to transporting across couple of 25L jerrycans in the rib, which was timeconsuming but doable.
Hvar may have benefited from being out of season, but we enjoyed the holidaymaker atmosphere, and Maria loved the shopping, and bought a pile of Hvar made custom shirts and tops. I was sceptical at the time, but as the months have passed, I have realised how good quality were her purchases.
We had a few work issues to contend with whilst we were Hvar, so we found it very helpful to use the the outside terrace of the Riva Hotel on the quayside as a temporary office. The free Wifi definitely justified the consumption of a few club sandwiches and a few Campari sodas after sundown.
Although the bustle of the town was enjoyable during the day, the quality of food suffered from the ready market of tourists, and we were glad not to have moored too close to the late night revellers.
We have not yet visited either Starigrad or Korcula, so we hope that these will turn out to keep the best aspects but lose the worst of Hvar.
Monday, 1 September 2008
Scedro to Vinogradisce
We left Manastir with a vow to return.
It was time to checkout the ACI marina at Palmizana, reprovision, and to check emails etc.
The passage from Scedro to Palmizana was uneventful, but pleasant.
It was time to checkout the ACI marina at Palmizana, reprovision, and to check emails etc.
The passage from Scedro to Palmizana was uneventful, but pleasant.
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