Catching the Sydney to Hobart Race on the Water

We checked off one of our bucket list items this past weekend, by catching the annual Rolex Sydney to Hobart race. And what better way to do so then on the water? We went out on a 40-foot yacht with East Sail – SO MUCH FUN.

It was really exhilarating to catch the action right up close. There were hundreds of other vessels out on the water, and we were all jockeying for positionĀ  to catch the front runners stream out of the harbor. We’d never seen the water so churned up from the mad dash towards the Gap.

Wild Oats XI – hit with a 1 hour penalty for a dangerous tack at the start of the race
LDV – First to head out of Sydney Harbor, and first to cross the line in Hobart
Everyone’s racing to keep up with the front runners as they sail out of the harbor
Kayakers out to watch the action

Climate Action Now (Skipper: Lisa Blair)

After the race, we had the chance to go under sail ourselves around the harbor front. šŸ˜€ Good times.

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Sailing the Dalmation Coast

We’d only done one other diving liveaboard before this one in Croatia. That was in Belize where we set anchor every night on the edge of the outer reefs. During that entire week, we only went to land once, and it was only because we’d just dove deep into the Blue Hole and needed a longer than usual surface interval, so we visited some red-footed boobies.

Aboard our boat the Vranjak I however, we docked every night at one of the island ports dotting the Adriatic coast. Some were sleepy villages, with just a main street hugging the water front. Others, like Hvar, were party isles, with super yachts lined as many as 6 boats deep to the docks and piers thronging with holiday makers decked in white linen in search of some late summer romance. As much as I enjoyed the diving and dozing in the sun, I looked forward every evening to when we pulled into port and we could throw on our sandals and jump back onto land to explore.

Our favorite island was the port town of Vis on the island Vis. A little more bustling than Komiza, a half forgotten village on the other side of Vis, but more sedate than thumping Hvar, we enjoyed our evening stroll along the promenade, through the cobblestone streets and past stone houses dating from the 17th century when the island was under Venetian rule.