September 23rd. At bang on 0600, the engines of the Perla roared into life and sleep thus became impossible. To be fair, we were warned in the information we got that there would be engine noise, and so had packed the recommended earplugs. But they were in my spongebag rather than my ears, and less … Continue reading Day 9 – Korčula, and drama on the high seas. Or rather, a tiff in the harbour.