The catamaran set off 20 mins late. It was waiting for a group on a bus tour but the bus had either broken down or crashed into a narrow bridge on the way. Everyone on the catamaran was fed up of waiting, so finally we set off without the bus load of passengers. We were offered our money back, but I didn’t bother: I’d enjoyed the trip, though a cold wind was blowing on the return.
Catamaran seen from my terrace.
Catamarans moored at Belesar.
Pretty villages en route.
Vines come right down to the waters edge.
Very intensive production.