So. The car air conditioning exploding. That was a red herring. A whole days worth of big, fat, hot, hairy and unwanted red herring with bells on. We were sun dried and dry roasted nuts for a while. Such is life though, eh.
We met our AirBnB hosts Diana and Vilim after arriving very late, just making it across the bridge to the port of Murter before it was raised for the evening boat traffic. They were lovely, helping to make up for our rubbish day. Luckily for us our hosts were mates with the local mechanic, who was able to hook us up with new parts and installation - all while we were hiding out in our little bay of dreams! Pfew. Literally. That'll save us from dying in the heat as we journey onwards. Boom diggity.
Off we zoomed across the waves with Captain Vilim.
Forty minutes later, there we were, standing on our very own dock, in our very own bay, with seven nights in our very own fisherman's house and no 130kmh, 37c motorway wind blasting in our face. Ohhhh yeah, time to do nothing for a week. The house is right on the edge of the Kornati National Park on Dugi Otok, one of the thousand Croatian islands.
On the third day of relaxation, the fresh from New Zealand import, Saroja "our new best Indian friend" Dayal (ooooooooh Anita... fight, fight, fight!) arrived in her own private sea chariot, again piloted by our fabulous host, Vilim. And then the party really started. And by party we pretty much just mean, well, not a party, but lots more of the same, so not a whole lot of anything much: eating; drinking; swimming; sunbathing; sleeping, rinse and repeat... but it was more fun with more of us!
Saroja was very lucky to be looked after so well by our kind hosts - they even fed her at home before setting out for the island!
Every bay -and ours was no exception- was packed full to the brim of fancy-assed yachts moored at every buoy and open anchoring spot, changing each day, on a continuous rotation of money money money and sometimes an effin' bazeazus whole heapin' lot of money. Every couple of days we'd have a market boat, a fish boat, a booze boat and a rubbish boat wander past, with just enough time to run round the bay to the docked market boat to pick up some essentials. The other boats were for the restaurants dotted around the bays. It was kinda funny seeing all the transport converted from road vehicles to sea vehicles - normal if you live round here, but strange for us land lubbers...
We even had a cute little restaurant directly across the bay from us - a three minute walk around the marina. It supposedly had amazing seafood, but for some reason, the ladies had steak, and of course Mr Vege ate potatoes and cheese (it's hard being a vege in meat loving countries!). In between eating we filled in time with lots and lots of swimming in the warm, beautiful, clear sea. So relaxed, remote, picturesque (and hot). Ahhhhh... wish you were here to enjoy it with us.
Last, but oh-so-not the least, Inga had her wildest donkey-dreams come true (for anyone that doesn't know: Inga really likes donkeys)... when a pace of sacred wandering island donkeys turned up on our doorstep! Squeals of delight ensued (well not really, but they could have).
That's enough relaxation, eh? Time to go climb some mountains or something in Slovenia and Austria!
Off we zoomed across the waves with Captain Vilim.
Forty minutes later, there we were, standing on our very own dock, in our very own bay, with seven nights in our very own fisherman's house and no 130kmh, 37c motorway wind blasting in our face. Ohhhh yeah, time to do nothing for a week. The house is right on the edge of the Kornati National Park on Dugi Otok, one of the thousand Croatian islands.
On the third day of relaxation, the fresh from New Zealand import, Saroja "our new best Indian friend" Dayal (ooooooooh Anita... fight, fight, fight!) arrived in her own private sea chariot, again piloted by our fabulous host, Vilim. And then the party really started. And by party we pretty much just mean, well, not a party, but lots more of the same, so not a whole lot of anything much: eating; drinking; swimming; sunbathing; sleeping, rinse and repeat... but it was more fun with more of us!
Saroja was very lucky to be looked after so well by our kind hosts - they even fed her at home before setting out for the island!
(no tittehs on the blog, Matt)
Every bay -and ours was no exception- was packed full to the brim of fancy-assed yachts moored at every buoy and open anchoring spot, changing each day, on a continuous rotation of money money money and sometimes an effin' bazeazus whole heapin' lot of money. Every couple of days we'd have a market boat, a fish boat, a booze boat and a rubbish boat wander past, with just enough time to run round the bay to the docked market boat to pick up some essentials. The other boats were for the restaurants dotted around the bays. It was kinda funny seeing all the transport converted from road vehicles to sea vehicles - normal if you live round here, but strange for us land lubbers...
We even had a cute little restaurant directly across the bay from us - a three minute walk around the marina. It supposedly had amazing seafood, but for some reason, the ladies had steak, and of course Mr Vege ate potatoes and cheese (it's hard being a vege in meat loving countries!). In between eating we filled in time with lots and lots of swimming in the warm, beautiful, clear sea. So relaxed, remote, picturesque (and hot). Ahhhhh... wish you were here to enjoy it with us.
Last, but oh-so-not the least, Inga had her wildest donkey-dreams come true (for anyone that doesn't know: Inga really likes donkeys)... when a pace of sacred wandering island donkeys turned up on our doorstep! Squeals of delight ensued (well not really, but they could have).
That's enough relaxation, eh? Time to go climb some mountains or something in Slovenia and Austria!
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