Posted: 14 July 2014.
Dober Dan from Midi at Cavtat, Croatia. This one of our favourite spots, a beautiful small harbour town with a great anchorage nearby. We hope those of you in the north of NZ haven’t grown webbed feet or been washed away. Hope our latest offering goes a little way to brightening your winters day.
Since we were last in touch we ventured to the port of Crotone, arriving there quite late, about 9pm. In Italy, they have an outfit called ‘Guardia Finanza’ – we think it may be our equivalent of Customs/Border Control, so when Midi rocked on up to Crotone and did not choose to go into the marina, but anchor outside, they decided they had to question us. Now folks, this is a serious looking inflatable, with serious looking ARMED guys on board, just stooging around far enough away from us to be menacing, indicating that they would like to speak to us on VHF and of course we stand by, obligingly. You know from all the photos you have had to endure, that Midi has her name emblazoned on her hulls but what you might not realise, is that on our stern, we have – Kerikeri – B.O.I – NZ. So what do the Guardia Finanza chappies call us on the VHF “Kerikeri Boy, Kerikeri Boy”. Of course we answered as Midi but they insisted on calling us “Kerikeri Boy” but the pronunciation astounded us somewhat. Not Kerrykerry but Kedikedi as the Maori pronounce it. After a million and one questions, they decided we were legitimate and left us in peace. Somewhat intimidating though. Remind me readers, why I love this lifestyle so much!