Off to Venice
To take our leave of
Having completed formalities on the dockside, the captain then had to go ashore to the Capitanerie, to complete formalities there also.
Once again the navigation equipment caused countless problems and the captain, having completed his night watch, had to stay up to find a solution. The equipment didn’t settle down until just before my watch.
About there was a heavy thud on the hull, followed almost immediately by another. I put the gears into neutral, so that the folding props might be protected. Then, to starboard, about a metre off, we passed a pole, sticking at least a metre out of the water.
The captain had arrived topside to find out what had caused the thumps on the hull and like myself, was horrified to see the pole so close to the boat. This had been uncharted and unlit as were so many more that we subsequently manoeuvred our way past. Thankfully, it was not now as dark as it had been earlier and, being aware of these potentially dangerous obstacles, I was even more alert than usual.
We approached the entrance to the
We were fortunate to find a berth in a small marina where
we tied up alongside. This was no mean feat. Most of the marinas around
Feeling somewhat jaded, we spent the day chilling out and
that evening joined a shore-side barbecue, at the invitation of the young,
friendly, marina management team. We met up with a group of young people who
have been working together for the last 7 years. They had just arrived from
On Monday, we took the dingy from our island across the lagoon, to buy some tickets to enable us to use the water buses. The many other boats on the water seemed to be racing each other and the water was very choppy. I held onto the dingy painter to help me from being thrown out of the boat. When the skipper then decided to take it on the plane, there was no way I could stop my body from being thrown all over the place. It was a miracle that I wasn’t thrown overboard before I managed to persuade him to slow the boat down, for the sake of safety.
We took a water bus to St Marks square and did the tourist bit then, after lunch, we took another to the island where they make the beautiful, coloured glass.
We were astonished at the cavalier way the boats crashed against the floating platforms, when they stopped. There wasn’t a fender in sight.
We planned to make passage back to
Having left the lagoon, the coastguard passed us, also
traveling away from
On the passage towards
Once we had legalized our entry into
No sooner were we tied up, in what can only be described as a cesspit, with raw sewage obviously being pumped into the harbour, than we were approached by an official from the port authority who was also very unhelpful and didn’t want us to stop there. In a cross between my very pidgeon Italian and my rusty Spanish, I managed to persuade him to let us stay for 10 minutes so that we might buy some steaks for the barbecue that evening.
We were not sorry to leave
We telephoned a couple, who live in
Next morning, we continued our passage to Omisalj, on the
Below: Cruise ship passing at 5.30am, What a way to travel the canals, Even the coffins have to be moved by boat,
Island off Pula such a contrast to the islands of Venice