We arrived yesterday evening in pouring rain. Contacted, as usual, the Kapitanat before entering the harbour and, after that, the Bosmanat to be guided to a mooring place. Really bad weather was forecast with strong winds and several boats had already entered the marina. An older man at the Bosmanat was not sure that there would be space for us. Which pissed me off, to put it mildly. To my question (in Polish) whether he thought it was appropriate that we should be bouncing in the Baltic sea in the storm he replied that the marina was “after all not made of rubber and could not expand indefinitely”. I told him that we were approaching, after all the Kapitanat gave us permission to enter, and would ring again in 10 min. Next time I spoke to the Bosmanat a younger and polite guy welcomed us to the marina and promised to be on the jetty to point to the mooring place. Having moored we did not leave the boat that evening. It was pouring down and cold and we stayed in the warmth of the boat.

On the following morning, totally calm now, we payed at the Bosmanat (they were now extremely polite) and took a long walk through Leba. It  is an odd place in some strange ways, a mix of beautiful beaches, dirty remnants of the Communist era, a Tivoli and fishing boats and again fishing boats. Fresh fish for sale everywhere, freshly smoked fish of all kinds and descriptions – very tasty. We have the oddest brunch of the year and head back to the boat. It is time to sail on.