Another beautiful day, another beautiful hangover. Still full from last nights dinner and gin I skipped brekkies and we set off intending to reach Milna for the evening to watch the EUFA cup semi final match between Man Utd and Arsenal.
It was a long and lonely sea journey so we took the chance to empty the holding tanks (for onboard toilets) so it was stern tubes away as the disgusting stomach churning sight and stench of strands of shite snaking away from us. What happened to that simple rule from the last long sail – no shiting on board and the desperate rush when the boat goes shore.
We found a lovely deserted bay, with deserted houses, recalling the advice do not venture near deserted houses as they may be booby trapped from the wars we snorkelled around the blue water bay watching fishes and urchins.
As much as I have told everyone how much hard work sailing was around Croatia the photographs tend to see a bunch of sunbathing or snorkelling guys – of course we didn’t take photographs whilst working hard! What cynics my family are.
Milna looked delightful as we sailed into the harbour – people idling on the harbourside bar tables as we reversed into the space allocated for us on the marina. We needed to sort out shopping, a visit to the beautiful church (had to sneak in as I was wearing shorts which were forbidden), get a pint, whilst watching a diver in the river, and sort out a telly for the football, as well as more delicious Croatian icecream. During the walk there the lens of my sunglasses fell out as a screw had fallen out, I was now without sunglasses so could blink with my clear lenses for the rest of the trip.
The bar was already filled with Croatian football fans and we all shouted supporting different teams – I felt like that IT Crowd episode when they pretend to be football supporters – but I did enjoy the game and Man Utd goal was a tremendous dispay of skill and teammanship – they were by far the better team. The bar bizarrely had a cabinet of curiosities of British objects. Handshakes all round at the end of the game and we retired to the local restaurant for lots of food and wormwood and the grappas – fortunately the gang plank was much shorter that we could leap on board to open the gin bottle and discuss the game and the forthcoming Barcelona one.
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