We returned to Punat for a glorious two days of sunshine – a perfect reprieve before the forecasted rain would close out our final stretch on the water. Our first day back, we settled into our familiar anchorage, and with the sun shining, decided it was the perfect time to wash down Kora’s foredeck and cockpit roof cushions. It was quick work, but as we looked out at the thousands of seagulls bobbing on the water all around us, we exchanged nervous glances. Fresh white cushions + a flotilla of birds = a risky equation. Thankfully, they must have sensed our desperation as not a single one dared to use our newly scrubbed seats as target practice. Phew!
Leaving the cushions to dry, we hopped into the dinghy and made our way across to the Franciscan Monastery on the small island of Košljun. This tiny island – just a 6-minute dinghy ride from our anchorage – has been home to monks for centuries. Originally established by the Benedictines in the 9th century, it’s been tended by the Franciscans since the 15th century.
For such a small island, it holds an astonishing collection of treasures: ancient manuscripts, ethnographic artifacts, and even a museum of natural history. Olive groves slope down to the water, pathways wind through peaceful gardens, and scattered chapels and altars are tucked into unexpected corners.
We couldn’t help but wonder why so many altars were needed on such a secluded island. Perhaps every monk wanted his own “personal altar” – the medieval version of not wanting to share a bathroom?!?
The following day, we took a short dinghy ride to the nearby marina and then gave the dinghy a rest while we took a 20-minute Uber ride into Krk Town. Within the old city walls, we strolled cobbled lanes that opened onto lively squares, peered up at the cathedral and bell tower, and wandered by the mighty Frankopan Castle.
The Adriatic was never far from view, glinting between stone arches and along the edge of seaside promenades. We rewarded our walking with gelato, and as evening drew near, sat down to a lovely Croatian dinner by the water.
That night back aboard Kora, we sat outside watching the sun melt into the horizon, music drifting through the cockpit, and talk carrying well into the evening. It was the perfect way to savor our last moments in Punat – clean cushions, happy hearts, and at last, not a single seagull in sight!!!
