Wednesday 20th August 2014 From Datca to Knidos

We were so disappointed at Knidos as we anchored off to the left of a very busy pontoon. There was a flotilla in, but the bay was generally very crowded. And no-one smiles. it’s a serious business this cruising.

At 2.30 am, I heard much laughter coming from a dinghy. Though I couldn’t hear the words, it was English being spoken in drunken tones. Once they were on their yacht it was as if someone would end up in the water. in the morning the more sober amongst them must have sailed the boat away.

Tuesday 19th August 2014 From Bozuk Buku to Datca

We crossed the gulf at its widest point, leaving Simi on our left. Winds favoured us and we anchored in the North Bay where it is shallow enough fro swimmers from the beach to reach Peperuka, which is what they do. We went to our usual restaurant for a pizza, but their machine was broken so we went to look at a fast food place that was mobbed. There was a queue with no empty tables anyway so we walked along to another place which looked promising. The food was nothing to shout about but we ate and returned to the boat.

   Next morning, I tried a new place on the harbour to access internet while Bob went for haircut. For around £10.00 he got a full beauty treatment. Hair, cut and waxed, from head, ears, between brows and nose – and – he was given a facial. Only in Turkey would he have put up with that! He looked polished and well-groomed, as he never has before.

  Bob’s first was a facial, while mine was swimming with no noodle! This bay is now called ‘No-noodle-Datca’.

On August 16th we had checked into Turkey in Datca and sailed to Orhaniye to meet Gurmeet and Roshan. They spent four nights with us on Peperuka – a great first experience of sailing for Roshan who will be ten next month.

Saturday 16th August 2014 From Ekincik to Ciftlick (Marmaris)

Ekincik is the bay from which the tripper boats take passengers up the Dalyan River. It is a busy route with huge ferry boats bringing people from Bodrum and perhaps Kos. The price we were quoted was 30 euros each which we declined. We told them we’d walked over to Dalyan last time we were there.

   On the way here we passed Marmaris and Icmeler where, in 2010, we had met up with Gurnath and Harry on our Sunsail charter boat.

   I had forgotten Ciftlik until I saw the island at it’s entrance. The speed thrill boats make this a noisy anchorage.

Friday 15th August 2014 From Gocek Bay to Ekincik

On the trip into Turkey Bob said the Gocek inlet was like ‘coming home’. This is where we started with chartering Sunsail yachts. My first sailing experience was on ‘Moon River’ a 36 foot yacht. Gurmeet and Dipi joined us for half of the week, that was in 2009. Since then I’ve sailed 1716 nautical miles including my Day Tripper course on the Clyde Estuary. This trip so far is 1062 nm from Kalamata and it’s not finished yet. The sense of achievement cannot be denied in sailing but I am often very tired. Holidays of two weeks are fine but longer means that all my clothes are dirty and full of salt until we reach a shower on-shore. My hair becomes clogged with salt even if I rinse it out after a swim. Another milestone has been that after over two and a half thousand miles at sea I can let go of my ‘noodle’ float. I am now swimming without it, although Bob is holding it in case I flounder, lose confidence and need to grab it.

   We sailed to Ekincik missing out all the bays which are so well-known to us – Kapi Creek, 22 Fathom Cove, Wall Bay, Ruin Bay, Tersane Creek,Deep Bay, Tomb Bay and a new place to anchor which is on the larger bay coming out of Ruin Bay where we an extremely kind and well-mannered young Turk told us that it was busy because it was the end of Ramadan and then swam over to Peperuka, jumped aboard and helped us tie our line ashore. I declared to Bob that it must be Eid and sure enough a new moon appeared – I took a photo. That was on the trip down. We had good winds towards Ekincik, passing the bay near Dalaman where there were dinghy sailors who came out as far as we were. Brave.

Thursday 14th August 2014 From Kalkan Bay to Gocek Bay

We passed Coldwater Bay where, on 2nd August, we were amazed by the amount of gulets coming in and out with their holidaymakers. It was as if they were timetabled in twenty minute slots. They have a hooter which is blown to announce departure; at that point all the people who have jumped into the water must get themselves back on board. We anchored and took a line ashore, then another line. It was difficult – the ice-cream man, on his wooden dinghy came to help out by looking at the rudder and telling me which way to turn the steering. We felt compelled to buy an ice-cream to pay him back; he charged 10 TL for a magnum- £3! I did ask for a Turkish ice-cream which I knew cost 1.5 TL in the shops but he didn’t have any.

   Bob and I sat down to talk over what went wrong and this is when I discovered there is an indicator on the instrument panel which tells you which way the rudder is and by how much. They didn’t point this out on my Day Skipper course!

   We sailed into Gocek Bay, anchoring to swing free near the super boat jetty. They have big screen TVs on these boats and probably all sorts of other modern conveniences we don’t have on Peperuka.

   I told Bob that since it was Indian Independence Day the next day, tonight was the night Nehru made his speech – ‘At the stroke of the midnight hour India will awake to its destiny’, I would treat him to a meal at the Unlu Hotel.

Wednesday 13th August 2014 From Bayinder Limani to Kalkan Bay.

Bayinder Bay is now called ‘Swimming with Two Turtles Bay.’ On to Yesilkoy which I call the bay of ‘The Shining’ because of the hotel on the hill. It seems so isolated perched on its steep slope, it reminds me of the film. This is the bay facing the town of Kalkan where we tied up at the quay this trip and last. A pleasure boat came in to moor up alongside which didn’t please Bob at all. The family who’d had the day out were English and said they’d had a super time when I asked them in the middle of pressing on our fenders with my feet. Between the harbour master and the pleasure boat helmsman, they managed to squeeze in. However, this time, on our return voyage, we swung free on our anchor, and were early enough to be able to watch others come in. Lots of gulets and pleasure boats. Bob remarked on the one next to us where a man was cooking food on a barbecue perched on the gangway of the boat. On our other side was a lone sailor who dropped his anchor, gave me a wave and disappeared below. We planned to leave early next morning because the voyage past the seven capes was forecast for high winds, on the nose, all the way. It turned out better than that, we managed to tack across, heading for Gocek in a fair wind.