The mozzies continued to feast through the night and the three of us arose from our berths very very tired. It was a pity as it was frustrating to be surrounded by such beautiful scenery and not really enjoy it. We had a bit of a late morning and then motored back into the islands and turned back north to be closer to Zadar to drop the boat off on Friday.
As we approached our lunchtime anchorage we were slowly drifting closer in a little bay checking depth and making sure we had enough swinging room when another yacht behind us dropped their sails, turned on the motor and then hit full speed to race ahead of us and drop the anchor. It was a demonstration of very un-seamanlike behaviour. We still found room to drop the hook but the sailing Gods found fit to snag their anchor in all sorts of wire and rope as they went to leave. They grabbed a knife to cut it free and promptly dropped that.....we had a quiet chuckle. It proved to me, once more, that you get 'dickheads' everywhere you go. Despite that we still went for a refreshing swim and ate a yummy lunch.
We passed back through the narrow passage and then headed toward Sali. We had ample opportunity to raise the sails once the wind picked up but we all agreed that we were too tired from our lack of sleep so we headed straight to Sali. This turned out to be a good thing as Sali turned out to be the most beautiful little village of them all. There was an atmosphere that typified what we saw in Croatia, village buildings, a quaint little bar, people out enjoying the afternoon, fishing boats.
After berthing and securing the boat we 'followed procedure' and headed to the bar. Who were we to disobey the skipper?? We had told Ivan about the lack of Gin on our trip since England and he found us some Bombay Gin....yah, it had been a while since we had a descent Gin. After a few of those on an empty stomach we headed over to a pizza restaurant and ate some yummy pizza.
The entrance to Sali
Heading back to the boat despite tiredness trying to overcome us we sat and listened to the sound of this community. All around the little port people were sitting and talking, having quiet drinks and teaching me a thing or two about the pace life should be lived. We could easily have never left Sali.
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