It is morning, true summer day on horizon; weather forecasts high temperature, over 30 Celsius degree. It is calm and we are sailing slowly about hour or two; as I would say ''jedrin'' slightly on awnings blown with engine running; the speed range is about 4 knots... the positions is on south side of one beautiful Dalmatian island, we are looking for this position, I know it's there, a standard GPS and auto pilot doesn’t help; according to it I am somewhere in the middle of Gulf of Mexico. But I often do not need to use any navigational instruments cause usualy I'm sailing only along the Dalmatian coast and islands that I know well enough; I do not need to go further when you have everything you need right here… from one bay to another… in slow motion. Though navionics via I phone tells me that the following bay is the one I’m looking for.
I can hardly wait to get there since, as a child, I was listening to the stories about large pebbles, big round white rocks. As a child, my friends and I were never interested at taking a swim on beaches, especially ones without any living soul. We were always looking for murmur and crowded places. But this beach and those rocks are often mentioned in a totally different context. In those times we patiently tried to somehow make one of those tomahawk Zagor owned, for those who don't know Zagor is comic hero that was popular in eighties. Back in that time, someone said that in the bay, on that beach there are some rocks that would be ideal to make the magic Zagor tomahawk so we can become Dalmatian ghosts with an ax. The only difference was that we were wandering through Darkwood forests, but through the meadows, bays and piles of drywalls of our Dalmatian islands. And now, finally, I have the opportunity to unload on this beach where I will see if I will find the rock with such a potential.
We are sailing in; the first impression is that this is exactly what we were looking for and what we have expected. This is the bay that we need for enjoining ourselves the whole day… and you will not believe, there is not a single boat anchored. Entrance to the bay is broad with steep parts of the coast, in some places up to 20 meters high. On the left side of the bay is a vertical shelter, a small cliff that descends into the sea, as it is already on the depth of some 10-15 deeper we go into the bay that it seems ideal for anchoring. The scene is stunning; the depth for anchoring is satisfactory. Considering that we can expect afternoon westerly thermal wind, I am sure we have chosen the best position. I can sense the smell of pines and other Mediterranean vegetation, and in the bottom of the bay can be seen the bottom of the shore, it mythical beach. But I can see also another beach, smaller and tucked in garma, (garma is a little cave or recess in a coast with pebbles, pure romance) which makes it ideal for couples.
Before anchoring, I spin the boat around the bay so I can check a little bit around; right on the beach there is one house - Dalmatian tavern, and right next to this house there is a trail that leads from the dock to the house, but I do not have a feeling that there is someone in the house or in the bay. Well that’s this Robinson sense that needs to be used because I suppose that I’m not the most enlightened guy on the Adriatic or on Dalmatian coasts. I’m sure that during the day some Yachtsmen will come by. Continuing circling around in direction reversed from clockwise and directs it to the anchoring point, everything seems ok. I'm positioning the boat, leaving tiller to my better half, and run to the bow to anchor the boat. The boat is anchored and now I need to tie the fodder to the coast... I can already see that this anchoring will last for about an hour because, in fact, it takes only about 5-10 min with tying and everything, but I always need to check everything for thousand times… otherwise it would be too easy. I’m jumping overboard, pulling the rope; I found a nice rock which protrudes slightly from the sea where I can see that will offer me a good stability. I’m catching it and the other end I’m returning back on the boat. Everything is looking OK; anchor, stern... I’m taking the rest for couple minutes and enjoying myself in the blessing of the nature.
Is there such a beauty in the world? I’m scared even to write about this; people will not believe that intact bays, where you can be alone for some time, still exist. I guess that always will be such places in Dalmatia, where one can breathe deeply, inside the breathtaking untouched Mediterranean.
And let the name of the bay remains secret for at least some time... To be continued......