In the morning there is a weird metal sound. What is it now? Is it our anchor moving? I get to the deck where Jordi joins me soon. Nothing serious, we moved a little for the morning breeze. Still, we decide very soon that there was enough excitement in this bay and that we would go straight ahead. I jump into the water, and lead Jordy to avoid our anchor getting stucked somewhere. We're running quietly while the rest of the fleet is still sleeping. We sail to the next bay. We moore on the buoy in front of a tavern in the Strunac bay. We have breakfast, we have a swim, go to the land to have a coffee, walk by. Let's go, tonight we plane to get into the marina, the way is not short, and we need to refill fuel and water. We sail slowly to the north between small uninhabited islets. We turn around the isle of Sit where we plan for the last swim. A bucket falls into the water. We try to take advantage of the situation by pretending to collect a man in the sea. We rotate the boat and sail to the bucket which is barely visible on the surface. The stick is too short, we fail. Another attempt, again unsuccessful. At the end Jordi jumps into the water. We shut off the engine and collect a man with the bucket from the sea, while making sure the engine is out of gear while Jordi is around the stern. We drop anchor in nearby Pahaljica bay. We're swimming, diving, have lunch. We're sorry we have to go home.
We motor to north to the coast of the
island Pašman. We are trying to sail but there is no wind. Slowly we
reach the Ždrelac channel. Boats from all sides converge here, so we
raise the level of attention. Here we see that we are closer to the
land by the rush, somehow everything is faster, there is no the peace
of the Kornati islands. We slowly enter the queue of boats and slowly
enter the channel. We're approaching the bridge. Although they told
us in the marina that we do not have to worry about the height of our
mast, and there were some bigger sailing boat ahead of us, we are
looking at the top of the mast. It's hard to estimate, it seems to go
under the bridge. All right, we passed!
On the other side, we find a strong
wind in the Zadar channel. We immediately open the sails and move
close reach towards our destination. We all exchange on the helm. As
the end of the day aproaches, the wind blows stronger. We need to
refill the fuel in Preko. That might be crowded because tomorrow
morning everyone must return the vessels with full tanks,. Therefore
we start the engine and hurry up. At the gas station there are
several sailboats, motorboats and fishermen boats waiting. We take
our place in the queue. There are boats approaching from all the
directions, we have to maneuver carefully. There is a big sailboat
beside us. I do not envy their skipper. While he is trying to calmly
maneuver, there is a party going on in front of him: a numerous,
young crew, loud music, drinks and dancing! The experienced gas
station team is ably accepting the vessels and refueling goes quickly
and smoothly. We are pleasantly surprised by the cost of the fuel we
consumed, so we reward us with ice cream. We announce our arrival at
the marina. It's a shame that the trip is over, but the memories will
warm us up all winter. By next summer and who knows, maybe some new
routes.
