Brindisi to Montenegro
stand here at the boat show’. It was with these words I finished the last
update. I spent a fortune at the 3m stand but the boat gleams! Bit like the
I had some interesting comments concerning the books I mentioned recently; Helen Gale also recommended a book to Irene when we were last in Brisbane, ‘The Kite Runner’ by Khaled Hosseini. ISBN 978 0 74756 653 3.
The dust cover describes the story line ‘Twelve year old Amir is desperate to gain
the approval of his father and resolves to win the local kite-fighting
tournament, to prove that he has the makings of a man. His loyal friend Hassan
promises to help him – for he always helps Amir – but this is the 1970’s
And the Observer newspaper noted: ‘It’s a Shakespearean beginning to an epic tale that spans lives lived across two continents amid political upheavals, where dreams wilt before they bud and where a search for a child finally makes a coward into a man…rich and soul searching…His world is a patchwork of the beautiful and the horrific, and the book a sharp, unforgettable taste of the trauma and the tumult experienced by Afghanis as their country buckled.’
I loved it and it highlighted to me the plight of ordinary people caught up in political conflict not of their making. Highly recommended by the Southern Princess review team.
Seems all we ever talk about is food!
Trulli Houses – before Trulli Houses – after
On the Sunday we had an extensive tour around of the local area and looked at the Trulli Houses in Marina Franca. No one seems to have decided where they originated from but they are distinctive round stone houses with conical stone shingle roofs that are unique to the area. Seems they build one as a start, and then as the family expanded or their fortunes improved, they knocked a hole in the wall and built another adjacent and so on. In some examples you will see a cluster of 5, 6 or more conical houses. Unfortunately in one sense, they have become so popular, homes that have been in the same family for generations have been taken over by northern Europeans (with lots of money) and the family so called disinherited because the existing owner has succumbed to the temptation of big $’s, £’s & €’s. It does have an upside in that the new owners are rehabilitating and doing up the old buildings.
Later that day we visited TARANTO on the Golfo di Taranto, which is on the western side of the heel of Italy, and wandered around the old town prior to lunch at a lovely canal side restaurant. Crossing the canal is an old swing bridge which the local youth use in a unique way. It has dozens of padlocks attached to the wires which commemorate a youthful liaison and I guess a ‘lock on each others heart’!
Dozens of padlocks A lock on each others heart?
The parts for the Vetus water filter for the
generator finally arrived and we were set to depart
The next day dawned bright and clear and we moored
at the fuelling dock just prior to the advertised opening time of 07:00. No one
showed and when I telephoned I was advised 07:30 and then of course no one
turned up until 07:45. When I pointed to the opening hour he said ‘scusi mi solo persona’ or words to that
effect. In other words I am on my own and what did we expect! I was keen to see
how many litres we put on board to check consumption. The Yanmar dealer in
Wednesday May 16th at 08:00 saw us on the way and at 09:00 on the way back again. It was like a washing machine out there and we decided to wait another day and then another day and even more days and during that time we had thunderstorms, great lightning show (I am pleased we aren’t the tallest mast in the marina) and buckets of rain which washed the rigging. We had rivers of mud running down the cabin top and decks!
May 21st we finally departed