After getting situated we had a front row seat watching other boats come in and do the same, this included a large power yacht with a Croatian flag that finally gave up and motored off after dragging across the bay 4 times. The wind did die as predicated and we slept like the dead!
Day 3 in the Porquerolles was spent doing a snorkel trip out to the point, (only small fish again with one cuttle fish sighting), more paddle boarding, running the generator and making water (which we had also done when we arrived), and then re anchoring closer in to shore once some other boats had cleared out to give us a little more protection from a westerly breeze that was due. Todd was checking weather twice daily as we wanted to head over to Corsica at the next opportunity. Saturday the 22nd we did a hike up to the fort, enjoyed a brief respite at a Resto around the square, and picked up more fresh bread, croissants, ice, and dropped off our garbage.
When you are “living the dream” you tend to spend a lot of time hiking for supplies and dealing with the rubbish it creates. It is fairly exhausting in the heat, and you feel like a pack mule lugging stuff back and forth.
Things looked good for an early morning departure so we got everything stowed and pre-boiled eggs for breakfast when underway (although delicious, you can’t live on croissants and bread alone!). We opted for an early pick up dinner in the cockpit as we wanted to maximize the sleeping hours. Now 6.30 pm is very early for the French, as 8.30 to 10 pm seems to be the norm. This became obvious when a sailboat to our stern pulled his anchor and motored past us 6 feet off our starboard hull, looked at us dining, looked at his watch pointedly, then shook his head as he motored away. It gave us a bit of a giggle though!