Sail away, sail away, sail away

Coercing my fingers to take to keyboard has taken quite a bit of persuasion and focus, but finally I have managed to tear myself away from sunbathing on the deck of my boat to do some updating before I drink away all the brain cells connected to memory.
Well, here I am, floating on an opaque sea in Croatia, gliding past barren, rocky mountains and the occasional hot pink lilo which has made it's escape from some poor shipmate's clutches.
Looking at the spotted cliffs in wonder, it finally dawns on me why this place is called the Dalmation Coast.
Bikini bodies speckle the deck like sea lions soaking up the sun, and I toy once again with the idea of an exotic holiday fling. Perfect conditions... but for the fact that all these sailboats represent every state of Australia. I guess Don Juan will have to wait.
It's so peaceful to be sailing, just floating my days away, with no care or concern in the world. The only thoughts consuming my mind revolve around which rung of the rail to plunge from this time, and the reapplication of sunscreen.
I could really get used to this lifestyle. Once again, I call upon my Spanish benefactor- wherefore art thou? Rescue me from my bohemian way of life and deliver me to paradise! Thanks.

My boat, Mihovil, in port at Split

The life

Trstenik. This is what I had to put up with

Umm... yes I'm in Europe baby!

Days are whiled away relaxing but late afternoon demands the resurgence of drinking, challenging us to top the wild antics accomplished the night before. Cocktails in buckets, beach shack bars blasting the bass, dance parties in castles complete with swimming pool... this has been my nightlife experience thus far. I'm halfway in and I've been told that it's only getting better. I'll be sure to report back soon. All I can say is that right now I've backed up three MASSIVE nights with barely pre-dawn arrival on board. I'm 25 and firing on all cylinders like a kid on schoolies, though I'm afraid I don't bounce back quite as well as I remember, and lastnight I had to take it easy as I've developed a head cold. All play and no rest makes Lola a tired girl. Still, I'm relishing all of this impish mischief that I'm embroiled in.

The first of 3 litres consumed. Each.

Verenandah in Hvar. Nightclub in a castle.