It was time to go explore what would be our new home this winter! After a quick visit from David and Gaile on s/v Topaz to sort out their new SIM card (there is nothing worse than not having internet access in a new country and the inability to get the new SIM card working), we upped anchor and headed down the bay. We were ghosting along under jib at 2 knots (we could have walked faster than the boat was moving), but the views were so breathtaking you didn’t want to go any faster.
We dropped anchor just across from the famous sailing mega yacht Black Pearl and ogled all the yachts in Porto Montenegro. But it was hunger pains that drove us ashore first. We don’t care about waterfront views since we live on a boat, so with a little big of digging I found a local snack shop outside of town. We devoured the grilled chicken kebabs, freshly grilled pita, and sopped it all up in tzatziki that had been flavored with curry (?). A simple but memorable meal and we will definitely be back for more.
Stomachs filled, we walked back to inspect Porto Montenegro, where we would be staying for the winter. The place is beautiful, but ridiculously posh (acronym for Port Out Starboard Home – Brits traveling to India by ship knew how to order the cabins with the best views), and I laughed at my unbrushed hair and scruffy shorts as we walked around exploring. Trip went off to chat with the marina office, while George and I scouted out alternative anchorages (view of the Black Pearl aside, it was not a great place to be).
The next morning George called by radio as we were eating breakfast. He had gone to up anchor and had snagged some part of an unused mooring chain. The water was too murky and deep to do much, so we grabbed our dive gear and headed over. George suited up, and had the anchor freed in just a few minutes. Without further ado, we both headed over to the anchorage in front of town. We hadn’t picked this spot earlier as local postings had reported that anchoring was forbidden, but there were ten-plus boats currently anchored there, so we assumed, right or wrong, that it was probably okay.
Once settled, Trip took the dinghy over to the Navar boat yard to make arrangements for our haul out, while George and I went back to town to look for a canvas maker for him and to do some more provisioning. Everyone was successful, and it was time to enjoy the sunset before George treated us to a lovely dinner at Babi for helping to rescue his boat.
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