It started as an innocent adventure to cook dinner on the beach in Korcula
Walking to the Beach for our flame cooked dinner
We packed up chicken, veggie skewers and beer, slipped on our flip flops and wandered towards the beach, hardly the sort to find themselves surrounded by policemen and getting handcuffed right?
Luckily I took a photo as the last hint of daylight fell behind the mountains knowing that I wanted to tell all of you about my first dinner cooked on a beach. I’m from Utah, a landlocked state so pretty much anything including a beach is a novelty for me. Little did I know that in about 3 minutes a police boat would come to shore demanding passports.
One officer stayed in the boat while another questioned our motives.
“We just want to cook our dinner on the beach.”
“We don’t have them, they’re at our hostel.”
“We don’t have them, we left them at our hostel!”
This went back and forth until the officer reluctantly agreed to let us stay after we promised to be careful and keep the fire low, he climbed back into the patrol boat and we continued to prepare our food and getting ready to put the coals on.
Suddenly we were surrounded! Not just by policemen, oh no, they came with a few firemen in tow! They came out of the bushes behind us with vengeance yelling furiously making jesters implying that we were stupid. None of us could understand why they were so angry or why we seemed so stupid but I think I heard the word gasoline thrown around a few times so maybe there was some threat of us starting a huge fire?
We thought the first policeman was persistent about passports but compared to the second round of interrogations he was just a big ole’ teddy bear!
“We don’t have them, they’re at our hostel”
“We don’t have them! They’re at our hostel!”
“WE DON”T HAVE THEM! THEY’RE AT OUR HOSTEL!”
He was doing his job (not professionally by any means) but no matter how many times he asked or how badly he wanted our passports and documentation we simply did not have them.
This is where the handcuffs came in. He yanked one of our friends off his seat and whipped out his handcuffs and this is when the rest of us jump up and yank our friend back. There is no way this simple misunderstanding was going to land any or all of us in jail for the night and this cop was delirious if he thought we were going down without a fight!
I’m pretty sure he thought the threat of being handcuffed would magically produce our passports but alas it didn’t.
After a few minutes of arguing between the cops, firefighters and our group they let us pack up our things and escorted us of the beach and out onto the main road while they watched us disappear into the night.
We were a little shaken up and with our blood pumping through we vented our frustrations on the walk back and just loaded the chicken and skewers on the barbecue at our hostel and didn’t let it ruin our night!
Our delicious dinner, no one was going to get us down!