We left the bustle of Fiscardo and dropped the anchor in Foki Bay to take the tender and a torch across to the caves and tunnels we’d not been able to access by foot 2 days earlier, without walking boots on. Once inside, however, they don’t take very long at all to explore. Apparently limestone was quarried here many years ago. Then we went down to the next bay and dropped anchor for the night. As darkness fell a herd of 300 to 400 goats decided to move round the bay, most with neck bells, only to be repeated as the sun rose. Sounded very much like Gamelan music. Entrancing.
