The marina in Marzamemi is run by two brothers, the younger of the two speaks better English and must be the most laid back person I have ever met. How wonderful to be so relaxed. Nothing is a problem. They have bikes to loan you to cycle into the village and also a curtesy car that we were able to borrow for the morning to head back to Pachino to go to the supermarket. We did a big stock up while we had the chance. Now we will turn back north, so it feels that we will start our journey to Croatia today.
We slipped out of the narrow, rocky entrance to the harbour, without incident, thankfully, and were on our way in the early afternoon. We were able to sail for a little while, then the wind died and we motored into our anchorage. We passed the beaches, all the way from Marzamemi to our chosen spot, where we think my Dad must have landed during WWII. The story was that, being just a conscript private, he waded ashore from chest high water, with his gun above his head, being shot at. I am so pleased he survived. I am here to tell the tale.
Miles 2022 - 341
Tricia (and Steve)
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