The first time round, we anchored in a bay just around the corner from the city of Korcula. (I still have no idea what the name of the bay is!! On its own, a lovely cosy bay with beautiful parks and houses surrounding it. The second time round, Johann and I gave the stern-to med mooring to the rocks a go! The way it works is we drop the anchor about 5 boat lengths away from the shore, let it out as we back-up to the shore and then take two stern lines to tie it to a rock or in our case a rock and a olive tree to secure the boat from swinging. That was a first for us and it went quite well. Not bad to have your own private little shore line all to yourselves!
It was easy enough to access the town by dinghy and the bay where we are is really peaceful and lovely with it’s fishermen getting active at sunset.
Korcula is considered the birthplace of Marco Polo. According to a local tradition, Marco Polo would have been born at Kor?ula in 1254 to an established family of merchants, although there is no proof of this claim. I like to think it is. 🙂
The rich history and tradition of Korcula are obvious while walking the narrow streets of this beautiful city with its anchient city wall protruding from the deep waters surrounding it.
Arriving at Korcula by sea, the first sight of the town that sticks to your mind are the magnificent church tower in the middle of the city and the three impressive big lookout towers / fortifications of the old City wall that are towering from the sea and make you feel really small, driving past it in a dinghy!
The first time round we knew it is another of those places we want to go back to. When we had Yvonne, Gayle and Quinton on board, we could only afford to drive by. By the time Rosemarie and Cal arrived, we made sure not to misjudge our time again. We overnight in the bay next to Korcula and spent the whole day wondering the medieval town with its peaceful atmosphere.
There are just so many breathtaking views that it is hard to decide which one to go for to have a drink, a coffee or just a quiet moment! The first spot that is just amazing and a must do is climbing up the church tower! As we start going up on the narrow winding stairs, the bells started ringing – needless to say… I picked up speed hoping to minimise the decibels that is pounding my eardrums! It went on and on and so did the stairs!!! The view was breath taking! We were the only people up there and could afford to stand and stare as long as we wanted …that is where your imagination starts roaming wild into the medieval times – one could just imagine where the enemy would likely might have come from, how the medieval outfits would have looked and how the locals would have gone about in this busy little city with their daily tasks of gathering for town meetings, going to church and trading fresh fish, fruit and veggies on the markets.
Being a UNESCO world heritage town, one can see that there is money to be spent on restorations. Most of the buildings has already been restored and almost every building has been occupied.
The next awesome (certainly the best cocktail bar and on a par with the one on Dubrovnik’s rocks) are the Cocktail Bar, Massimo on the top of one of the towers. Except for the atmosphere and view, the entrance to the top bar is a very narrow trapdoor entrance that makes you realise that one drink will have to do, because going down blindly (as you cannot see your next step down) can be quite disastrous and very embarrassing if you have one too many! Funny how everyone that is coming down warned us about it! Haha! Super special!!! Check out the pictures!
The other very special place we had a coffee at are the restaurants on the wall overlooking the marina and islands around It. It has little steps every now and then on that stretch of the wall that takes you to a swimming place in the sea amongst the rocks –going down you will find neat little stainless steps lead you into the turquoise clear water to cool down.
Another medieval city, but with a totally different character and vibe and to me, the most peaceful and certainly less crowded than places like Dubrovnik and Split. It was sad leaving the morning knowing that we might never see Korcula again…who knows?