5 June 2023 - Rodi Garganico
It
is remarkable how just 60 miles of separation by the sea can make
such a difference. We are adjusting to a different language, a different
culture and most importantly today, to a different set of coastal
features. Croatia has mountains inland
and islands that are set in deep water. We have felt many times that we could
just about reach out to touch the land, but found that we were in 50 – 60 metres
depth of water. The Italian coast is the
opposite. For the most part long sandy
beaches with shallow water beyond. We
had done some investigation of Vieste last year, discovering that were some
places in the harbour which were deep enough for us, but only a few. Subsequently, we had shelved ideas of coming
then, because Vieste is not a “Port of Entry”. This year, with a changed
Schengen situation, we have been able to come, and had booked one of the few
berths deep enough for us. The outer harbour is actually shallower than the inner
harbour, and as we headed out we saw that our depth reader showed 0.0 metres. We have about 10 cm tolerance on this, but we
knew that it was pretty marginal.
We
headed north to a town called Rodi Garganico.
The area inland of the spur of Italy is a national park, and home to several
unique forests, which we were keen to see if we could. The journey was
uneventful once we had negotiated the sets of fishing pot buoys close to Vieste. The wind was from behind and we went with
just the jib up as it was a relatively short distance.
Our
research had indicated that the marina as Rodi Garganico was deeper than Vieste,
although the sea outside shallowed as we approached. As we entered within the breakwater however,
it became apparent that we had stopped moving. We must have grounded very
gently. We backed up and tried again
with the same result, and then during a third failed attempt, we then stopped
as we backed up as well. At this point a Guardia Costiera rib came by, and
asked us if we were ok, and then pointed to where we should go to extricate ourselves,
which we managed. Shortly after, they
reappeared with a guy on board who was clearly not in their uniform. As they approached he said that he was a
yachtsman based there, whose boat was nearly as deep as ours. He offered to come
on board and show us the path through the sandbanks that he had taken when he
entered earlier. We gladly
accepted. With his guidance, and only
touching the bottom once more, we made it in to the deeper water inside the
port, and the marinaros guided us to our berth. We thanked the guy who heled us
profusely. During this process, we saw that our depth gauge had read -0.2 metres,
we had been ploughing through the sandy bottom. Later we visited the office and
explained what had happened, and indicated how upset we were that they had
accepted our booking in the full knowledge of our draft, but not warned us of
these potential difficulties. They tried
to be as accommodating as possible, and said that they would not charge us for
the visit.
Later, a visit up the many steps to the town proper, and then a walk along the deserted beach area after dinner.
A day of challenges.
Miles today 15
Miles in 2023 667
Steve (& Tricia)
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