Sitting It Out

31st May

We arrived at Brac, Milna Harbour, four hours from Kastela

Brett was concerned about the weather, a storm warning had been broadcasted. So we decided to lay low and take shelter in a small bay, near the harbour. After we settled, all the surrounding boats weighed anchor and deserted us. What did they know that we didn't? Our minds where put to rest when, once again we were joined by a couple of fellow sailors

Our day was pretty much an adrenaline rush. We got some awesome sailing in. Brett had Marie and I tacking for the very 1st time, it was exciting stuff. The yacht was keeled so far over that I thought we were going to roll. Marie's legs were black and blue from trying to keep foot while tacking. It was a great workout for all of us. Every outing is a lesson to well equip ourselves, for bigger and better things to come eg. crossing the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans!!

It was great to sit up on deck and reflect on our days effort. Brett jumped into the crystal clear waters and chilled out for a bit, while Marie slaved it in the galley and whipped us up a storm... chili borlotti beans with spicy Italian sausage, on a bed of rice. Over our alfresco dining on the deck, one of our neighbors gave us a free peep show of nudity, as he took a cold shower at the back of his boat. He gave us a friendly wave

Winds started to pick up and the motion sickness set in. I couldn't stomach being in my cabin, and I refused to part with my dinner. I dragged my sleeping bag up on deck to settle under the stars. No sooner had I closed my eyes and started to feel some sort of relief, it started to rain. So my camping exhibition was short lived, as I made my way back to my cabin. The boat rocked ALL NIGHT in the swells. I was pleased to see the light of day, deprived of sleep I returned to the deck. I dangled my feet out the back of the boat, and earthed myself (pinched forefinger and thumb together, turned my hands upside down and hummed...don't rock the boat baby!)

Over breakfast I discovered I was not the only one deprived of sleep. Brett had broken sleep checking our bearings through the night, as we were close to a rocky shore. Marie was the only bright eyed and bushy tailed one amongst us. With thanks to the help of a 'little green pill', she found her sealegs. After trying ginger, homeopathic drops and seabands, I too opted to take the ' little green pill', to make it all just disappear. Must admit within half an hour I was feeling on top of the world again. Must stock up on those! As for Brett, he lives up to his name...Waterson (son of water)

Pic: He floats like a feather... in a beautiful world