At 11:00 on the 18th we managed to tear ourselves away from our new favourite place in the Med. Kut is such a chilled place it felt like the end of our trip.
Only a two hour sail and we pulled into a very empty but picturesque marina on the island of Sveti Klement which sits opposite Hvar.
This shot courtesy of Google Images.
Sal was not as taken as I was and I realised she was suffering the holiday blues at having left Kut. I wheeled out
my favourite,
her least favourite saying... "All good things have to end, so that new good things can begin"
The rudest of fat pigs helped us with our lines, we could only assume that because this is charter boat territory, he has to deal with the lowest common skill denominator, but he was almost enough to cause us to leave.
A small group of islands with loads of inlets and anchorages and well made walking tracks to take you from the marina to some of these. Of course there are swimming beaches and quaint restaurants and bars in each bay.
Once we were set and Mr Very Rude Pig of a man had moved on to abuse newly arriving victims we took a walk.
This is a another beautiful island.
A swim, a longish lunch.
One such restaurant was also an arty, bohemian sort of place, had we stayed longer we would have tried their Under the Belle, their outside kitchen looked like the real deal.
Sal's spirits revived we returned to the 'desolate' empty marina....
Well. The place was packed! Imagine the kind of mood Mr Rude Fat Pig would have been in by the time he had dealt with this lot...!
Hvar, famous as the party capital of Croatia was just across the channel to our north. Water taxis could whip us over there in 15 minutes for $20 each so rather than uproot we decided to leave the boat put and taxi over for a look. It was not as we expected. Either everything has shut down for the winter or we have been reading about the wrong place. A classic Croatian city with not a lot going on. Sal and Summer went shopping without success. Will and I tried to find something of interest, without success. Happy with our decision to leave the boat in Palmizana we called the water taxi and headed back.
We stayed two nights. It was by far the most expensive mooring this year. Aus$550 all up! Should probably have moored in one of those bays.
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