Captain Tony tells us of the worst weather of the season forecast for tomorrow. He plans to leave Korčula at 5am and reach a protected bay for shelter on the island of Hvar before the big storm really hit.
In the meantime, the sun shines. After a morning swimming off the boat, Željko the cook has prepared another big lunch under thte awning covering the back deck – a Dalmatian staple of slow-cooked fish and langoustine. Time for siesta before sailing on to Korčula, said to be the home of Marco Polo.
|Entrance to the old walled city of Korcula|
Rounding a headland, a wedge of land with a mosaic of terracotta rooftops, encircled by old medieval walls, juts out into the blue of the Adriatic. Mountains surround us. Sergio takes us to shore in the rubber ducky to walk through the old town. During dinner the storm hits! Streets flow with water and rain buckets down on us as we bounce on the speeding rubber ducky back to hot coffee on “Linda”.
|Edmundo and Michael outside the walls of the old town of Korčula|
The storm rained itself out as we slept but we weighed anchor at daybreak to make it to shelter at the next protected bay on Hvar before the forecast heavy winds made the going too rough.