milna
5 September 2022
After leaving Vrboska we crossed to the island of Brac to the town of Bol and topped up the fuel tanks for the second time on the trip. The crack team of newbies managed the berthing process at the fuel dock like pro’s and we were soon back on our way. The fuel tanks were not empty, but we took the opportunity of an easy to access fuel dock to make our lives easier.
Motoring on down the length of Brac, we still commented on the sheer number of yachts. Catamarans, ferries, and power boats on the water. That was nothing! As we came to the narrow channel between Brac and Solta there was huge amounts of boats heading out from Split. It was a sight to see.
Milna offered us a big open anchorage away from too many other boats, which is the way we prefer to operate. After settling in and testing the water temperature and salt levels (ie having a swim) we got the dinghy down and headed into the town. The town had several marinas and a town quay and as the afternoon was wearing on the spaces were quickly filled with charter boats and larger cruise style boats. It’s always interesting to sit on the quay and watch the boats coming in and to witness any dramas. The boats are lined up alongside each other like sardines in a row and you can argue over the merits of being able to step off your boat onto the quay versus the quiet rocking and gentle swing of a boat on anchor. We certainly have kept more Kuna’s in our pockets by anchoring rather than paying for a space on the quay.
After we all went our own ways in Milna (read; girls shopping, boys bar) we met up in a bar near the water and had a drink or three. We got chatting to a couple sitting next to us who had the broadest Scottish accents. They had only arrived in Milna that day, but we swapped stories about traveling and then waved them farewell before finding our chosen restaurant for the night.
We had business to attend to back on the boat. We had begun playing Crazy Rummy recently so it was back for another round to see who could claim the title. There were several titles up for grabs besides the out and out winner. A highly contested title, although possibly not all contenders were aware they were in the running, was for “The Most Frustrating and Annoying Player Who Keeps Asking the Rules” trophy or the “Is it my turn?” trophy. I will let you decide who those trophy’s may have been awarded to!!
After leaving Vrboska we crossed to the island of Brac to the town of Bol and topped up the fuel tanks for the second time on the trip. The crack team of newbies managed the berthing process at the fuel dock like pro’s and we were soon back on our way. The fuel tanks were not empty, but we took the opportunity of an easy to access fuel dock to make our lives easier.
Motoring on down the length of Brac, we still commented on the sheer number of yachts. Catamarans, ferries, and power boats on the water. That was nothing! As we came to the narrow channel between Brac and Solta there was huge amounts of boats heading out from Split. It was a sight to see.
Milna offered us a big open anchorage away from too many other boats, which is the way we prefer to operate. After settling in and testing the water temperature and salt levels (ie having a swim) we got the dinghy down and headed into the town. The town had several marinas and a town quay and as the afternoon was wearing on the spaces were quickly filled with charter boats and larger cruise style boats. It’s always interesting to sit on the quay and watch the boats coming in and to witness any dramas. The boats are lined up alongside each other like sardines in a row and you can argue over the merits of being able to step off your boat onto the quay versus the quiet rocking and gentle swing of a boat on anchor. We certainly have kept more Kuna’s in our pockets by anchoring rather than paying for a space on the quay.
After we all went our own ways in Milna (read; girls shopping, boys bar) we met up in a bar near the water and had a drink or three. We got chatting to a couple sitting next to us who had the broadest Scottish accents. They had only arrived in Milna that day, but we swapped stories about traveling and then waved them farewell before finding our chosen restaurant for the night.
We had business to attend to back on the boat. We had begun playing Crazy Rummy recently so it was back for another round to see who could claim the title. There were several titles up for grabs besides the out and out winner. A highly contested title, although possibly not all contenders were aware they were in the running, was for “The Most Frustrating and Annoying Player Who Keeps Asking the Rules” trophy or the “Is it my turn?” trophy. I will let you decide who those trophy’s may have been awarded to!!