This time Tuta appeared on my new home, that is the island Hvar with his boat.
I skipped across the riviera, with hands full of groceries and vine, nodding, waving and laughing my hellos to all kinds of people hellowing at me, did unfortunately see galerist whom I wanted to hide from having promised to paint my garden piece all weekend, but Tuta was here I simply had to uproot my plans.
I handed over the groceries. Saluted Tuta with lifting of the hat and kisses to the cheeks. Thus we chigged on to Pakleni archipelago of amasing colored seas.
Pakleni archipelago is made od 17 little islands most of which are uninhabited, largest of which is called St. Clement, or Palmižana after the bay one most likely visits for purposes of restaurants and chill out in the olive trees and hammocks bar. The islands have provided pleasure for man since Rome, when legionaries used to win such exotic locations to retire to from battle.
On my move from living in Rome to Croatia, I was invited by whom I call the old queen or witch of plamižana, to reside in her botanic gardens and paint. I painted fantastic things. But the highlight of my day became riding out on the speed boat to hunt down fishing boats and get fish, and to eat. So in a Robinson Crusoe syndrome I ran away ecstatic with each sailing boat i recognized the captain off back to my house in Kaštela, to tell my self that i am not a forced prisoner and get a ferry back the next day.
Tuta once decided to visit me whilst i lived on palmižana. He had just bought the boat. He and Krivi his double he age, fishermen companion, once owner of large fishing ships, and swore on having the licenses arrived to palmižana. The thing is the day before i had merrily escaped the hell islands-for that is the direct translation of the archipelagos name, and discovered that boats from Hvar to Palmižana had left and my telephone had no batteries and whist trying to figure out how to save my self, the two casually cruised over to Hvar rivera as if it was all pre arranged, picked me, up, presented me with a matching blue and white t-shirt as they wore and drowe towards Palmižana as dusk turned in to blackness.
On the way to palmižana we embarked on fishing. As each time in my woman tainted presence, we threw kilometers of net, to draw them quite barren and wet, with only a few baby fish, forcing us to eat ever in restaurants or starve.
Today, I put lunch to cook, wonderful fish called chicken, and Tuta sailed to the south side of the islands. The sea around Pakleni is a color of diamonds and sapphires and tirkize
In the evening one by one other members of the kastela front line turned up on the island and fully advanced on the park hotel vine bar vine. As a result all prior plans where abandoned we where to set ail the next day.
We sailed to the east coast on saturday moring to the bay of Zaraće. In the bay fish will eat out of our palms, and hundreds of them fearlesley jumped at morsels of bread and could have been caught in a bucket had the men not been just fed and not hunger enough to gut them.. Than zaraće was left for pakleni in the west and at the very last peak of a pakleni island proceeded to make a flag to cocncour the land...
The next day we sat sail again again all prior plans as per usual and embarked on westward circling the island of Hvar . At the western point of Hvar the boat anchored for a swim and lunch break.. when to my surprise I noticed something odd about a tree. It was walking. The tree was a stag with a stag friend. The horned beats came to chill on the beach, chew leaves and lick saltey stones .. What an idyl. There we where swimming among deers in sheer nature and of course with naked germans scuba diving around us.
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