It was a slow sail from Brac to Trogir, the winds were variable but we eventually made it into the lively harbor and were greeted by the fortress guarding the small town. Trogir is an UNSECO world heritage site. This small island off of mainland Croatia is connected by two walking bridges and one bridge for cars, it only has approximately 1 mile circumference. We docked across from the fortress which provided for beautiful evening views.
Right away we headed to town and got lost in its small cobblestone streets. I of course enjoyed a delicious ice cream! As we were headed back to the boat we ran into Michael and Claire who were on their way to dinner, so we decided to turn around and join them. We found a lovely restaurant with amazing food! Rich enjoyed the sea bass, while I had a fresh home made pasta with truffle and prosciutto, Claire was sweet enough to let me taste her ocotopus. We all walked back to the harbor and got one more ice cream on the way. Michael and Claire had just purchased their own boat and were sailing that on for the conference; they would not be returning to Agana the next day so we said our goodbyes. We hope to run into them again soon!
In the morning we enjoyed a nice run through the town before the tour busses arrived and Rich headed to his final meeting. Packed up the boat and started cleaning a bit so we would have less to do when we got back to the base.
The light winds of yesterday had disappeared and the winds were quite strong as we prepared to leave Trogir. We had some time so with hopes the winds would either shift to the west or die down we went to get one last cup of coffee.
When we returned to our boat, to our disapointment the winds had not died down. Actually, they picked up to gusts of 40 knots. To add to the challenge, two boats docked providing us with only about 16 feet to get out; all while worrying about the lines and avoiding being blown into the bows of the docked boats by the crosswinds (with that wind speed would cause a lot of damage)! We got some help off the dock and we’re safely on our way to the home base.
In no time we moored Nina one last time stern too and she was checked in. We ran to the market one last time to get some cheese and I made our finally boat spread using any provisions we had left.
I dropped off our laundry and we had time to relax one final night aboard Nina. We met this lovely couple next to us in the 80s from the U.K. They own a boat and keep it in France, every summer they fly down and cruise the Mediterranean, now with their grown children and grandchildren. Then Karen and Doug came to visit. They are super fun and interesting and ironically enough eloped in January on a boat as well! Doug is a US Fighter Pilot and kept us engaged with his heroic stories. Unfortunately we had such a great time with them we had lost track of the hour and I forgot to pick up our laundry… our taxi was scheduled for 6am so it would be left behind. I was determined to figure something out in order to get it back, which of course we did.
We stepped off Nina the next morning and headed via taxi to Split to catch the ferry to Dubrovnik. Our journey on land officially began.
Since we had stayed up late finishing or packing we slept most of the ferry ride to Dubrovnik. Well rested when we arrived we were eager to conquer the town. The walk to old town was only 1.5 miles away so we decided to walk; little did we know it was 1.2 miles uphill then .3 miles downhill, with our packs in the heat it wasn’t the best idea but we made it.
We checked into the apartment and walked for hours exploring this amazingly beautiful fortified city. We found a lovely restaurant and sat to soak in all the views; three hours later we decided to give up our table which was prime real estate, people wait for hours for a table at Lady PiPi! For good reason too, the terrace provided panoramic views of the entire town.
The next morning we woke up early enough to explore the city walls. The walk around the city on its fortified walls took nearly three hours with all our photo stops, we probably could’ve taken longer it was a highlight. Especially since we were early enough to beat the crowds!
We picked up some goodies for a picnic and walked to the nearest beach which was stunning! Rich took a dip then a snooze to dry off. My swimsuit was back in Split with all the laundry to I relaxed and read my book.
In time we visited the hotel to freshen up before checking out the fort on the other side of the cove just outside the city. After climbing nearly 12 stories worth of stairs we made it to the top and as expected we’re rewarded.
With already 20,000 steps for the day, (probably 10,000 of those being stairs!) we entered old town and went to Buza a cliff side bar built clinging to the outside of the walls. Buza in Dubrovnik means hole, which is exactly what we had to walk through to find it, amazing!
We woke to take one final Croatian run, I was destructed by cats the entire time as they lay there looking for pets every few hundred yards! We freshens up and checked out of the hotel. In true European fashion we found a restaurant and managed to sip on a single cup of coffee undisturbed for two hours while we read and blogged. Likely we will order some of our favorite local dishes, like octopus salad, before heading to the port to catch the ferry. Then we catch the night train to Lake Bled, Slovenia. We are very excited to see what is in store for us there!
…that was supposed to be the ending of this story until suddenly my entire blog got deleted and I felt totally defeated. I gave up and decided to order some food. I would write this on the ferry which I am doing… I ordered salad and gazpacho knowing we’re venturing to the land of heavy meats, gravy, and potatoes. Rich ordered the ocotopis salad but was sad to find out they were out of ocotopus. They suggested the Adriatic tuna plate and he went ahead with it. He offered me some but for some reason it just didn’t seem appetizing so I passed. We finished paid and headed to the ferry when Rich turned red as a tomato, got itchy, a horrible headache and stomachache. Turns out the tuna was bad and had he not just learned these symptoms at the marine medicine conference we’d be more worried! A couple of Benedryl and hes feeling human again. We’ll be on the train in three hours! After we find Ante the 40ish year old bald taxi driver that is delivering our laundry to the station…