09/06/2026
JABUKA. TOKRAT INTIMNO.
Otok Jabuka. V obliki piramide štrli iz morja kot zob morskega psa. Oddaljenost od kopnega in vulkanski izvor mu dajeta skoraj mističen pridih.
Jabuko smo kot udeleženci regate Jabuka, ki tu vedno poteka novembra, videli že velikokrat. A med regato jo želiš čim hitreje objadrati in nadaljevati svojo pot. Tokrat smo si v okviru plovbe Mediteran 7 za Jabuko vzeli čas, ki si ga tako poseben otok tudi zasluži.
Plovbo smo načrtovali tako, da smo na Jabuko v zadnjih izdihljajih severozahodnega vetra prijadrali ob sončnem vzhodu. Ker ni bilo ne vetra ne valov, smo na vzhodni strani previdno spustili sidro. Na devetih metrih globine smo spustili zgolj dvanajst metrov verige in Karpo je mirno držal svoj položaj.
Primož in Maks sta navdušeno pograbila idejo, da bi splezala na vrh 93 metrov visokega otoka. Izkrcanje ni bilo zahtevno, nato pa se je hitro pokazalo, da Jabuka ni kraj za mimogrede opravljen sprehod. Prvi del skal je bil zaradi bližine morja izjemno spolzek, drugi skoraj previsno strm, tretji pa zelo krušljiv. Tega sta še preplezala, nato pa je prevladal razum in sta se na skoraj polovici poti obrnila.
Na povratku je Maks doživel bližnje srečanje s starim, umirajočim galebom. Oba sta se prestrašila. Galeb se je skotalil v morje, Maks pa skoraj zdrsnil za njim. Galeb je padec preživel. Še bolj nenavadno pa je bilo opazovati druge galebe, ki so se od njega prišli glasno poslovit. Ker ni mogel več vzleteti, je bilo jasno, da so to njegove zadnje ure.
Ob tem se je tudi Maks vprašal o smiselnosti svojega početja. To ni bilo dokazovanje posadki, sledilcem ali samemu sebi. Še najmanj pa zbiranje všečkov. Če so kje všečki nesmiselni, je to na Jabuki.
To je bil zgolj vzpon za občutek živosti, ki ti ga da narava, ko si z njo tesno povezan. Sploh na tako odročnem kraju, kot je Jabuka.
KARPO EXPLORE
Explore Freely.
Learn Deeply.
Race Fully.
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JABUKA. THIS TIME, INTIMATE.
Jabuka Island rises from the sea like a shark’s tooth. Its volcanic origin and isolation from the mainland give it an almost mystical character.
As participants in the Jabuka Regatta, held here every November, we have seen the island many times before. But during a race, your only goal is to round it as quickly as possible and move on. This time, during our Mediterranean 7 voyage, we decided to give Jabuka the time and attention such a unique place deserves.
We planned our passage so that we would arrive at sunrise, carried by the last breaths of the northwesterly wind. With no wind and no waves, we carefully dropped anchor on the eastern side of the island. In nine meters of water, we let out only twelve meters of chain, and Karpo held her position perfectly.
Primož and Maks enthusiastically embraced the idea of climbing the 93-meter-high island. Getting ashore was not difficult, but it quickly became clear that Jabuka is no place for a casual hike. The lower rocks were extremely slippery from the sea, the middle section was almost vertical, and the upper part was dangerously loose. They managed to climb through all of that, but eventually common sense prevailed and they turned back just before reaching halfway.
On the descent, Maks had a close encounter with an old, dying seagull. Both were startled. The bird tumbled into the sea while Maks nearly slipped after it. The seagull survived the fall. What was even more remarkable was the reaction of the other seagulls, which gathered around it, calling loudly as if saying their farewells. Since it could no longer fly, it was clear that these were its final hours.
It also made Maks question the purpose of what he was doing. This wasn’t about proving anything to the crew, to followers, or even to himself. And certainly not about collecting likes. If there is a place where likes truly mean nothing, it is Jabuka.
The climb was simply about experiencing that feeling of being alive that nature gives you when you are deeply connected to it. Especially in a place as remote and extraordinary as Jabuka.
KARPO EXPLORE
Explore Freely.
Learn Deeply.
Race Fully.
