Tuesday, 30 September 2008

An impromptu holiday and rain a comin'

This was sunset on one of our new dog walks, on Vramac ridge, the other night.

We ended up in Herceg Novi this weekend on a joint mission to attend a volunteers' meeting for the Adventure Race http://www.adventureracemontenegro.com/ and cheer up our mate, Danny, who needed a bit of tlc aboard Monty B. Liquid refreshment included.

After a few drops of rain, little wind and some medicinal Skovin rose, we arrived in HN harbour. The combination of a cross-wind, a strange current, limited space to manoeuvre and an over-excitable/extremely annoying harbour master made for an interesting half an hour, culminating in the harbour master pulling in a line so hard that our bow swung into the quay and I had to leap off to hold the boat off. Fkg idiot (him, not me!).

Tim was our representative at the meeting as Danny and I watched the world go by, and downed more rose. He returned with the news that we are on the "Water Team". We are going to follow the kayak section of the race in Monty B, being support. So there may be some legs needing massages after all! (I had volunteered myself as resident masseur).

Steve and Denise turned up and an impromptu evening of boozing and fun ensued, including a full-on restaurant meal delivered and served up on deck. The resident vegetarians ate the chips.


Spent a second night in HN with Danny; it really did feel like a holiday and she finally de-stressed and got some sleep. Since returning to our anchorage in Sveti Stasije, we've been prepping the boat for the forecast heavy rains and storms later this week. Up to piggin elbows in acetone and sikaflex today, resealing port lights and making a right mess of re-caulking the missing bits on the deck (one of the dogs, I suspect Louis, likes picking the deck caulking and pulling off lengths of it). Well actually, it wasn't that much of a mess until timmy very helpfully stood on the roped off part of the deck, plonking his size 11 across the sikalflex, and whilst being yelled at put his foot down twice, treading it's black stickiness all over the teak. Apparently that was my fault for not making the bit I'd done obvious enough - ropes and propped up cockpit cushions, creating a little cage, were clearly not obvious enough.

It's very quiet tonight, very quiet indeed. Not a flutter of wind or a ripple on the water. Quite spooky.

Tuesday, 23 September 2008

We're back, with added wheels!

We arrived back from our Aralus adventure, safe and sound and on wheels. Yes, my car was scraped back together from its hidey hole down a country lane in Greece and we are now mobile. I hate to say it (Babylon/petrol consuming terribleness), but it is bloody great to have the freedom to get out of the bay and into the mountains with the dogs. Truly.

I will add our Aralus adventure as soon as it is written but just wanted to put up this picture that I took today. The bay seems to look even more stunning, having been away for a week. I took this photograph as we returned in the dinghy from the morning dog-wee and bread run.

Friday, 5 September 2008

Monty's winter overhaul

Not so interesting to those on land but here is the list of things we've got to do to Monty B over the winter: http://crewofmontyb.blogspot.com/


A new anchorage, gangsters and a weird coincidence

We found a new place to anchor - this is the view at sunset - absolutely gorgeous place. The first night we anchored there, we had a view of the forest fires across Lovcen NP. The fires looked like lava, streaming down the mountainside. Monstrous but hypnotising.
Unfortunately, the last time we were there, we took some people with us for a trip onto the island (it is prohibited) and got ourselves into a bit of bother with a man claiming to be security, his three (harmless) dogs that John saw off in an instant and a couple of goons in a powerboat (the most sinister element, with mobiles and dark glasses). The group of people we had with us consisted primarily of feisty females who were having none of it so our departure was not as rapid as it should have been (I remained on Monty B, circling nervously, the only person to have a bird's eye view of the entire situation but it was like watching a silent movie as I couldn't work out what was being said and could only judge how dangerous it was by body language). The island goon couldn't have looked dodgier if he'd tried; one eye and two fingers missing.

Suffice to say, we haven't returned, which is a real shame as it was the most peaceful spot we had found here up to now. We are a little too easily recognisable around here.


Last night I had a call from one of my very best friends, Gus. She has returned to work yesterday after her maternity leave and term time looming (she lectures at Nottingham Trent). Her manager was showing her a CD of holiday photos, from her recent holiday in Montenegro. She had spent a day out on a boat in the Boka. A double take by Gus as a photo of two white dogs appeared, then complete shock as the next photo was of me! Yes, my best mate's boss had spent the day on our boat! How bloody mad is that?? I can't quite get over it.

Proving what a small world it really is and how you should never do anything you need to escape from as you will always be found!