Today was the day. Our 2 weeks on the high seas is coming to an end. This morning we are returning to Split, to hand our beautiful old girl ATOLA in. She has been so grand. We have had so much enjoyment, and now it is coming to an end.

The day started off quite leisurely, we had breakfast at the marina quite early. Finally it was time to leave. The B Crew was also leaving this morning, but they were only travelling to Trogir to return their vessel, so the journey was a little shorter.

Our first stop was Sibenik, which was only about 17kms away. We needed to refuel the Atola. Her diesel usage has been so good. We made good time up the river, passing all those mussel farms once again. Getting fuel meant we had to tie up sideways onto the jetty, something our crew had not done before. But once again it was done with such aplomb, you would think they had been sailing for years.

Once we left Sibenik, and got out into the more open waters, Jo took over the helm. Everything was going well, until we started to lose a "little direction". Jo, was now also feeling unwell. Did she catch Ray's wog? Jo handed the wheel back to Brian, and decided to sit on the side of the boat just "In case".

The trip back to Split was very uneventful, though I must say I felt sorry for Jo, as there is nothing worse than felling sick on a boat. I went to the front of the boat. Personally I find this to be the best place to be, you are isolated, you have the wind blowing in your face, and its your quiet space. It is so relaxing. I invited Jo up, as I was keen to see a smile on her face. I tried talking to take her mind of her sickness. Jo did really well, and we finally got to Split without incident.

Coming into Split on a Friday is always a drama, as all the charter boats arrive pretty well at the same time. We had to take our turn mooring. It was also made a little more difficult by all the kids coming in with their little sail boats. It was like the swans on the lake at Skradin, where mum and her cygnets were paddling around. Here we had the coach and all the kids in their little boats sailing back into safer waters.

Finally we moored, which was lucky. Jo had, had enough. Off the back of the boat, and a good spew! After a few questions and a little bit of research we were able to track down Jo's problem. Jo takes blood pressure tablets, and if I recall correctly she said she was supposed to take 1/2 a capsule, but she forgot she took all of a capsule. 1/2 a capsule would have lowered her blood pressure, but a full capsule just eliminated it. No wonder she was feeling light headed. I am surprised she realised that she still had a head! Anyway, after a couple of phone calls we were able to work out that eventually after 12 hours she would regain her pulse and become part of human life once again. Which is good, because she has become an important part of the A team!

The rest of the day was spent getting all our belongings together, and sorting the boat out. The chap who does the inspections wanted to do it on Friday night rather than Saturday morning. Also "Flipper" the frogman wanted to check the underside of the boat. Once all that was done we decided to head up to the mariner for a night meal.

The restaurant remembered us from when we were their last. Not quite sure why, but none of us are oil paintings, so maybe our faces would stop a clock. We all had a good meal and celebrated with a few drinks. It is so hard to believe our trip had reached its end. We have experienced so much, seen country we would never have seen otherwise. I am grateful to have had the opportunity to experience it all.