Then, to the rescue sailed Jadrolinja's biweekly coastal ferry, which just happened to be making stops on both Hvar and Korčula -- during daylight hours, no less -- on precisely the day when we had to make the transfer.
So we fed Fritz to the maw of the ferry, and in the hold the workers organized cars headed to a half-dozen destinations according to a system scrutable only to themselves.
Nevertheless, we were reassured to be appropriately labeled.
Many of the travelers on the coastal route had apparently been settled into their spots for days.
One intruded upon their territory at one's own risk.
Although Hvar and Korčula are visible from each other, the trip still managed to take almost four hours, thanks to the leisurely pace of the boat and the complexities of the local waterways.
Not that we were complaining, as the trip offered views throughout the archipelago, including Hvar Town...
... as well as our old digs at Sveta Nikolaj.
Finally, we pulled into Korčula, yet another Adriatic gem.
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