The Home Run to Split

Sad, sad, sad it had to end. We refueled at Trogir but due to the fuel mans erratic opening hours missed the opportunity to revisit our favourite town. We swam at a cove on Ciovo Island then headed back to th Kastela Marina in daylight. No sooner were we in than a diver inspected the hull and the defective headsail was whipped off for repair for the morrows charter. That was when the trouble started. Jen had her ipod on and Midnight Oil provoked a bout of deck dancing, the rest of the wine had to be finished then Bad Kate came out from under the whisky bottle, someone turned up the music, Bryan insisted that his personal physicians examine his chest to confirm the recovery from his chest malaise , someone turned the music up and there was more deck dancing THEN a very large , grumpy Swedish man came up behind me and yelled very loud TURN THE ***MUSIC DOWN and proceeded to lecture me on marina etiquette. He was asked to join but didn't take this very well. screamed as I got a terrible fright. Bryan just said ..."told you so" but it took the wind out of our sails and we sat down to contemplate the many smart rejoinders we could have made then ate the remains of the peaches in Contreau and went to bed.