Croatia Day 1

After an awesome 2 days in Kotor we arrived in the evening to Dubrovnik, June 6th. We walked from the bus stop to the new port (down the street) and found our boat the Pape Prvi. We were led on board and showed our room. The boat and room were both spacious upgrades from the accomodation of the Turkish sailing trip. We had a full ensuite bathroom with anytime hot water, a toilet that accepted TP and nice beds and more than enough room for our gear. The boat had rooms below decks and 3 above deck levels. the first level was the dining room, lunch tables on the back with swimming platform and some rooms at the front. The second level was a sun a and table area at the back with rooms mid ship and the helm of the ship. The top level was a rooftop sundeck.



After a bit of exploring and relaxing we met our crew and started making introductions to our shipmates fro the week. The group makeup was us, 2 Irish girls, a Spanish couple, a newly engaged South African couple and a pile of Australians and Uncle John, the lone crazy yoga practicing, beer swilling, shot buying Scotsman. (Most of the Aussies were gathered to celebrate a 30th b-day, as was Uncle John)

The first night was spent in port in Dubrovnik where we acquainted mostly with the Aussie vacationers and the bar and bar man Zdenko (Z) who was the captains son.
The next morning was spent slightly hung over but we surfaced fro breakie and the beautiful scenery leaving Dubrovnik.

Our first stop was in a bay on our way to Korcula. This was it...35 degree weather, blue blazer, beer on tap and bright blue Adriatic sea...winning at life! We went swimming, we longed around, we went swimming some more!




After arriving in Korcula we set out to see the sights, pick up supplies and find the birth place of Marco Polo. The town was a beautiful walled peninsula containing narrow streets with cafes and some of the nicest shops we had yet run into. After a pizza dinner and supply getting we meandered the streets and found a bar, but a special place it was. Not just a bar, Massimos was built into one of the old walls fortification towers and had a rooftop patio looking over the surrounding hills and water. To get to the roof top was the best part, you had to climb a narrow ladder through trap door like entrance. The drinks arrived via coordinated effort of the servers using an outdoor wallside dumb waiter. This was the perfect place for Mojitos, Catherine had been craving a good one for some time. We werent disappointed and after a beer and some live music at another patio we concluded a great first day.