28th August 2010 “We must leave port at 5.30 latest or we cannot leave until tomorrow”, says Alan”s text message. He and the others are already on board our motor sailing gulet, “Linda”. Edmundo and I are stuck in a long queue at the border of Montenegro and Croatia on our way back from visiting …
There’s something mystical and exciting about gliding silently between fjords into a strange, new land as the sun comes up. It”s so quiet and I can hear the birds on shore. They are as excited with the new day as I am to be sailing into perhaps my most anticipated port of the whole …