The bora continues to freshen-up and is forecast to raise to gale force, so we are staying in Hvar. I am a bit nervous about Mekićevica's anchor, and keep going to the harbour to check it. It seems like sixth sense, because eventually I find that one of the fishing boats displaced our anchor with theirs and Mekićevica is banging against the store harbour wall, with a friendly passer by, trying to move the fenders. Moreover, the fishing boat than tied his line behind her, pinning her to the wall. Unravelling that mess in the freshening wind was a hard task, even with the friendly help from the staff of the restaurant where we were the previous evening.
Eventually we got Mekićevica free, decided we had had enough of the mess of Hvar harbour for now, and motored to the Palmižana marina.
That evening the gale came down and we arrive for dinner with Šime and Zuleika completely soaked.
