Cast Off
Lines away from the home harbour. Coffee on the stern deck, the old city falling astern as we trim sail for the open channel.
The Elaphiti — the “deer islands” of antiquity — lie just northwest of Dubrovnik, a quiet scatter of pine, olive and limestone. Of the thirteen islands and islets, three are inhabited and only one, Koločep, is visible from the old city walls. Together they form one of the most peaceful sailing grounds in the Adriatic.
No motorways. Few cars. Stone houses, old chapels, terraced vines, fig trees by the harbours. A day among them is a day in another century.
Lines away from the home harbour. Coffee on the stern deck, the old city falling astern as we trim sail for the open channel.
The hush of sea caves on the south of the island — a swim in water so clear it is almost blue ink. Snorkelling for those who want it.
Anchor in the bay; lunch ashore at a family konoba with the sand still warm under the table. Garden tomatoes, grilled fish, local olive oil.
A slow reach back to Rijeka Dubrovačka as the afternoon turns gold and the wind goes light. Roman points out the headlands as we go.
The smallest inhabited Croatian island — pine forests, two villages, sea caves on the south shore.
Šunj's south-facing sand bay is one of the few truly sandy beaches in the region — shallow, turquoise, perfect for a swim.
The largest of the three; summer residences of the old Ragusan nobles, olive groves, two sleepy harbours.
For private full-day charters: the national park, salt lakes, and the islet-within-a-lake monastery of St Mary.