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ROVIGNO PUNTO OF DEPARTURE FOR OUR CRUISE

NAUTICAL VALSUGANA

He/she returns to Croazia2002

Croazia, Quarnaro and Islands

A world incantato,dove the protagonists we are the nature and we

To the shelter of Lusin Piccolo

Crossed the Quarnaro it lowers the wind, correct correct, to suffer without problems a serious damage to the rudder. The box of the gears of the same, connected to the autopilot had not fixed well!! You boat was new. By now near Dislocates with the escort of the hard-working and polite C.P. we arrive to a yard for a fast reparation.

The first two days, the ugly time stops us to Rovigno: Certainly it is a lot of penalizzante
for our cruise. We forcedly have the opportunity of ambientarci with calm, to read
and to rest, thing that we had not succeeded in doing till now. We succeed in departing and to sail
up to evening taking confidence with the boat and the manoeuvres.

Sea Veruda is the our first it covers,
we meet Andrew with his/her sweet companion. To the morning we depart toward the Quarnaro, the wind refreshes facilitating the beam.

Navighiamo toward Osor, where we will spend the night to the anchor, mended by the northern winds. It waits us for a magnificent sunset.
The sea is calm, excellent to cook dainty foods, the cooks don't miss, we have the best, and in galley there are some exceptional wines, at the end we feels like saying "silence there is peace."

Of good morning, Alessandra is almost ready to set sail he/she anchors him.

The good day is seen... and our crew is prepared to cross the channel that will bring us in the Quarnaro. We give fund to the anchor in a small bay in the northern part and we go down to earth to visit the country. The anchorage me it seems precarious, I would like to leave again anticipating the schedule of the regime of breezes and possession of the good hours to disposition to reach Pola in evening.

I waited for this anni:iniziare moment of the roccambolesches vacations in barca.Ci we are embarked in eight to Rovigno during a temporal violent, what best way to have the baptism from the employed mare?ho a good mezz'ora to go on the wharf... when you/he/she has begun to pour I/you/they have been forced to climb in boat... the others, by now avvezzi,stavano already toasting and they began to prepare supper..... madonnina madonnina..... alone idea to dine made me come of everything. For an instant the thought has gone to the happy dreams done before departing... and a light voice under under it continued to ripetere:”ma who you l ' has made fare,non you could be in a beach?” Spent the night in porto,il day after fifty-fifty morning a timid sun you/he/she is done ahead among the clouds..... meanwhile was part of the crew dispersed in the meander of Rovigno: who to change the money, who to make galley and who always fixed to fraternize with the boat.....
The afternoon has passed among baths in sea, sleep in boat, climb in the near gym of rock... Another evening in I bring waited us, the forecasts gave the possibility to go out later the day however.... and so has been, finally in the first afternoon of lunedì,mollati the moorings have departed.... I have to say that the emotion has been strong even if I didn't know whether to put the hands and I always felt me and terribly in mean!!! have followed the coast, a po to wide, toward Pola.... non exceptional bello,però because I suffered anchors the to ripple of the sea and in now the barca,veleggiando, folded up him to the improbable one!!!!

We have reached Veruda in evening, a nice place behind the city of Pola, is substantially a great well sheltered bay where you can find every sort of hotels and funs. The morning after good morning, serene sky and calm sea rigorously we have departed for the Gulf of the Quarnaro to the time of the island of Lossino,; boys, have finally understood the essence of the navigation,: to hover on the water, transported by the wind and by his/her own thoughts. Fantasmagorico!

Component Michael the crew , it seems ready to the manoeuvres. And... also Alessandra....

All continued to the great one: done cradle by the waves and by the wind there we are made to transport up to the entrance of Lossino, where is the rudder suddenly broken.....” Caspita,resisto to the ache of mare,finalmente I fraternize with the boat and does the rudder break him? ” If the I tell doesn't believe it anybody!!!


However, apart the personal comments, Bepi with an industrial quantity of cold blood has held the boat and you/he/she has brought us healthy and safe in I bring with the backup rudder....
Dàaii: after all you/he/she has been nice to see that the coastal watch has escorted us, cuddled and cradled up to when we have not berthed to the molo.Questo scherzetto there you/he/she is cost another day, vabbè... However I will never forget me the sunset that he/she was seen by the dinette:le colored cottages of the I bring of Bad Lossino to my shoulders, the bay that he/she was closed of forehead with that unmistakable loaded orange color of the evening and the shade coppered of the trees of the boats reflected in the sea..... from sogno.Devo to say that this stop has yielded a marvelous and abundant supper to base of fish.... You following morning, waiting for the piece of exchange, the crew is divided the affairs: some are forwarded in the small country, discovering the of it
colors and the perfumes.
The desire to depart grew, as that to plunge himself/herself/themselves in the splendid waters to make a bath.... we have been repayed of the long one attended in the first afternoon of Wednesday, when, circumnavigating toward south the island of Lossino we are passed among two islets. What sets best to make a clear nuotata?Acqua, color emerald..... we are almost all plunged there.... also who to swim was not really good....
Leaves again turning on the other side of the island, toward Rab, for interderci: you/he/she has been the moment in which I/you/they have enjoyed more the boat..... now our direction was for Osor..... what a figata: sun almost to the sunset, music in foundation, the saltiness in the capelli,rilassatis with the eyes and the mind lost who knows where.... finally the tension and the worry of all you/he/she was lowered... everything another andare.Il country of Ossero introduced him from the sea with a black bell tower on an orange background - rosso:un other fable sunset. We would be stopped there there in the bay, waiting for the 9 of the following day to pass through the revolving bridge that unites Cres and Lossino. If you have the occasion passed us, it is really a big beautiful posto!La evening we have assisted to one of the most beautiful shows that mother nature there offre:le falling stars. Doing, the country, from medium among the two islands and, being to horse among two baiettes is absolutely unique. Challenging a po of contrary opinions, some rash, the following morning is forwarded in the village, facing him/it on the other side of the narrow one. Osor is at sight a Venetian parlor of low casettine with white stones, the small cathedral and an inexhaustible source of cultural and historical attractions. Unfortunately the time tightens and is already the moment to leave again: unwillingly we leave that terrestrial heaven.... he/she knows from ago.

You goes toward the I bring of Pola, not before having shunned a trunk along 3 meters, made the bath along the coast istriana full of caves from the colors and from the effects stravolgenti...
The harbor of Pola is protected from natural islands and not... ahinoi however, the more sea drew near us to the firm earth (and therefore to the civilization) and more it was disgusting... an appalling brown color with an as many odor... that I skip, but you can imagine. What a volete,Pola from a historical point of view - architectural it is a portent: the arena, perfectly preserved, it leans out on the I bring.... the center is really very near... however the city is sad and infinitely dirty. The best attraction, that nobody can be tasted if not from the boat it is the fluorescence that is created throwing in sea anything, from the pebble to the glass of water.... to the same fishes that swim.... Type meets brought closer of the third type.... they say that I/you/he/she am the dissabbiatura of the ships: iron oxide mixed with the water of sea.... mah...

Of good time the day later leaves again: was idea that to dawdle up to Rovigno... therefore whether not to go to the islands Brioni? Simple: because it costs a figure, independently that you stop yourself a hour or the whole day... so much is worth to arrive in the first morning... thing that has not happened to us. It will be for next time. The adventure turns by now to the termine:ci we enjoy a last regatta on the street of Rovigno. You/they have beaten us the others, or we have perhaps left them vincere?chissà...

Meanwhile thanks to all the components of the crew: Isa, Mara, Elsi,Armando, Michael, Fortunate and I complete (but not of importance) the skipper Bepi, to have made to live me this very beautiful and meddler adventure.......

Hi and to the next Alessandra