Three Weeks In Paradise. 3. The Med Way

The weather probably meant it as a welcome gesture. trying to make us feel like in Belgium: it rained all night, occasionally with thunder.
In the morning Mekicevica was put on the water and we spent the rest of the day getting her ready to sail. Mid-morning the sun came out and did it get hot!

Mekicevica in the capable hands of Nikša, the crane operator in Trogir marina.

Over here they are even less used used to small sailing boats than in Zeeland, so Mekicevica attracted a lot of attention. One guy even tried to buy her. Five thousand euros was his starting offer. Then he proposed a sharing scheme. After I flatly rejected any offer he commented to First-Mate (in Croatian): "It seems he would sooner let go of his wife than of his boat." Cheeky b******!
Late afternoon we had to vacate the space under the crane and get our first taste of the feared Mediterranean mooring. I think it did not go too badly, considering there was a horrible swell in the marina, and we were getting instructions in Croatian that First-Mate than had to translate for me.