On our last day, we may have all been ready to kill each other, for there was not only a good 8 hours of sailing, but the depression of leaving our boat, our vacations, and the beautiful islands of Croatia. Goran brought us to the Blue Cave – off Vis – in which a hole in the limestone allows sunlight to color the water within a cave a mysterious turquoise, and there is room for just one dinghy to enter at a time, to marvel and take pictures. It is not as fascinating as the cenotes of mexico, but it was worth the quick ride in when there was no line. We also swam in a lovely bay with an even smaller bay made out by two limestone cliffs, which created a narrow opening through which you’d have to dinghy or swim to a secluded beach. A couple of us dinghied in – while the others jumped off of cliffs outside – and were pleased to discover another beach bar on land, though we didn’t need it since we had brought rum punch. A team of young and attractive tattooed Swedish men swam to shore just as we did, so between that and the beautiful aquamarine water, I was a happy camper.
The rest of the way back to Marina Kastela, our starting point, was on open sea. It was choppy, which Goran said that we avoided mostly because it was just before summer season. We were tossed about, hanging on to the tables. The guys got nauseated. The girls discovered that drinking really helps boatsickness, as the mind doesn’t know the exact reason why the world is spinning. Perhaps this is why sailors drink so much rum.
Regardless of open seas, we had been drinking a lot. I would estimate between 12-16 drinks a day, starting with champagne for breakfast. I suppose it’s forgiveable on the last day, which is kind of sad. When the boat began to approach the marina, the sun was setting, and everyone was in a somber mood. But instead of just feeling it, sometimes people use alcohol to dull the heavy emotion. On land, there was strife. In avoidance, I took a shower. We split up because some of us wanted pizza and beer – which we got at a pub engrossed in the soccer game, and the owner called a pizza delivery service for us, and it was a great end to the whole trip, sitting there outside in the dark in a barely functional hut set up to serve alcohol to locals.
We had to go to the airport at 4 am. I was extremely pissy and landsick. We all had a connection in Zagreb, so we spent 6 hours in the tiny airport, which conveniently had several outdoor cafes. I was relieved to leave and to land in Paris. It was diverse and full of life and gave me an energy despite having little sleep. I found my hostel, bought a tub of foie gras, and promptly got lost wandering in the streets.