We sailed back over to the east side of the Adriatic Sea to the small town of Umag to check into Croatia – a procedure we had done many times before so we knew what paperwork to have on hand and roughly how long it would take so armed with our folder containing everything necessary we docked next to the police station and started to check in. -continue reading…..->
It was warm, sunny and calm the morning we set off to spend a few days in the romantic city of Venice, not the promised strong 20kn southerlies to push us up the coast. A good weather window is vital for a 400nm plus journey (3 days) but as our cruising tax was running out we had no option but to go.
I had been to some places I had never heard of and knew nothing about. I had the even been to countries I knew nothing about, for example Djibouti and Albania but at least I had heard of them and knew they existed, but in all honesty I didn’t realise Montenegro was a country in its own right – so to sail there, check in and discover all about it was very intriguing. -continue reading….>
Albania lies only a few short miles from Corfu which surprised me as I had grown up with Albania being a completely closed country where people got locked up if they ventured into her boundaries. Having spent 3 months -continue reading …>
We had just one month left in Greece and decided to spend it in the Ionian sea which meant either sailing 150nm south to get round the Peloponnese or cutting through the Corinth Canal. We opted for the latter and were really pleased we did. -continue reading…>
All three cats had visitors arriving on the same weekend so we all headed to a bay about 20 mins away to wait for their arrival. We got there about midday and decided to have lunch on board. While we were sitting in the cockkpit the whole boat started to shake and the mast shuddered. -continue reading…. >
We spent a few days in Naxos in an isolated bay with a couple of other yachts before catching up with the Red Sea gang. There were no restaurants or bars and only a couple of farms and of course a tiny little church, but it was an interesting place as the goats had to walk across the beach to get to their milking shed.
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