Dingy Fail

To avoid an hours walk to the "Hypermarket" near Kastela, Marie and I decided to be smart and take the dingy instead.

Everything started off well and we headed off, giving Joanne the queen's wave as we cruised by.

The weather was fine and hot, so we were enjoying the gentle breeze as we sped along. (at about 3 knots)

About 30 minutes into our expedition the engine started spluttering, and eventually stopped. Aggggh we had run out of gas. Obviously I had miscalculated the range of our 2.5hp Mercury outboard.

I really should have hugged the shoreline more because it took us 20 minutes to row back to a fishing village on the shore.

There were 3 fishermen who looked puzzled as we rowed past with an outboard on the back. We explained what had happened and asked if there was a petrol station close by, but unfortunately there wasn't.

One of the fishermen jumped into our small dingy to check the motor, and he pulled the starting cord, and it started. Wow, did I feel like a turkey! We said our thank you's (Havala!), and we took off again with a red face.

But the hum of our little outboard was short lived and about a minute later the engine stopped again. It was a feeling of both disappointment and elation, disappointed that we would have to row, and elation that I wasn't so much of a turkey after all.

So we turned around and rowed back to our marina, which took another 30 minutes. I didn't mind though, because Marie is a great rower ;)

We didn't manage to get to the shops at all.