Korcula, our next island
18.8.15
We had to get up early and catch the 8 am bus to Hvar for our 10.30 ferry. Of course this meant we were in Hvar by 8.30 am. There were black clouds in Stari Grad as we left and raining quite hard for the bus journey.
We strolled along the harbour side sat and had coffee whilst admiring the massive motor yachts.
We used the free wifi to Google the various yachts, sad but true, you can track where they’ve been and some old web pages of when they were for sale.
2 of them were over 22 million Euros!!
If you’re interested Google ‘Gene Machine’ motor yacht.
And we thought the coffee price was steep!
The time flew, the sun came out and we boarded our catamaran.
We munched on doughnuts and melted cheese and ham rolls and arrived on Korcula at midday.
John played a blinder yet again with the map and we set off in totally the wrong direction despite me telling him the road name wasn’t the one we were looking for.
Walked back and went into a tourist info office after a few choice words. They rang the owner and she came to get us.
No way we would ever have found it.
2.5 km from town is a massive exaggeration.
Anyway, she was a lovely lady, a huge test of my school German.
The WiFi on the slip of paper in our room doesn’t show up as existing, another one does, turned out it was her personal one, so she went and found her password for us.
I understood everything she said and nodded intelligently but couldn’t help replying in Turkish..She quite rightly thinks I’m a complete idiot I’m sure.
Quite surprisingly we’re welcome to join her upstairs for free coffee and food any time we like.
There’s something very likable about her, even if she does think I’m crazy.
The room is OK, I was so looking forward to having a balcony….
But there’s magic along the garden path…
Using my best Turkodeutsch we established that there is a bus to town on the hour.
So we got the 2 pm bus and had a much needed beer on arrival overlooking the sea towards the mainland.
The town is once again had the same architecture with lovely narrow alleyways, and even more churches than before.
There’s probably 10 churches just in the old town area.
We went into St Marks cathedral, very nice.
The explorer Marco Polo was born here.
This is a map of his travels.
Here is a map of where we are.
I think we covered all of the old town.
We might go back to do a semi submarine trip where you go on a little red submarine shaped boat and see underwater, looks like fun and we think the sunset one at 7.45 pm looks like fun.
We stopped for dinner, nicest meal I’ve had for days, prawns, courgette, carrot, mushrooms, onion, peppers in a light teriyaki sauce, with the most perfectly cooked basmati rice.
John had mixed meat plate, chicken, lamb chops, cevapi meatballls and German sausage.
All that was left to do was to stop for ice cream on the way to the bus.
John stuck with his favourite fruit yogurt and I had Straciatella. Not bad. We popped into bus station enquiries office. The last bus to where were staying was at 6.45 pm!
So we had to get a taxi.
I asked him to stop at the supermarket so we could get water and beer. It’s the grottiest looking supermarket from outside. Inside was a real shock.
Everything you would never expect to see in a roadside Croatian supermarket in the middle of nowhere, including boxes of Sharwoods poppadoms.
Came back, John did his washing and made friends with a friendly cat with a very poorly eye while pegging out his clothes.
Sadly I can’t do my washing as 3ft of line and 5 pegs isn’t enough for 2.
There’s always tomorrow.
Observations :-
John is no Marco Polo
We will never own a motor yacht
There is no life after 6. 45pm in Sv Antuna
