Tuesday 12th August 2014 From Ucagiz to Bayinder Limani, Kas, Turkey

Fair winds, again, took us to Bayinder Limani across the bay from busy Kas town. We missed out Polemus Bay which we visited on 6/7th August. From the restaurant there is a path leading to Aperpai which we walked in the morning. Three years ago we climbed to the top of the ruins but this time we knew the sarcophagi were empty as most of them were looted years ago. The tops look so heavy, how did the people manage to raise them?

We found the path around the The Purple House; it was the wrong way to go, the right way is through the grounds – we just couldn’t open the gate. A group of young Turkish men, who had set up camp nearby, were frolicking in the water. There laughter echoed around the bay, they were lovely to watch. It is a very beautiful setting; the shallow water prohibits many deep draught boats from anchoring which helps to keep the bay peaceful.

On the walk back we looked out for the tortoise we’d met three years ago, but there was no sign of him; a few skinny goats stared at us as we passed.  On the return, we took the gate that led into the Purple House, which is named for the dye that originated from the molluscs found in the bay. The purple colour which was much prized in Roman times making Aperlai an important place.

Monday 11th August 2014 – From Cineviz to Ucagiz (here previously Thursday 7th August)

Fair winds take us along the Kekova Roads, under the castle and into the bay of the village of Ucagiz. There are so many pleasure boats bringing people by coach from hotels in larger resorts. They don’t stay for evening meals so the restaurants that they pass gain no benefit from them. We have by-passed Gokkaya Bay which three nights ago was busy with a Sunsail flotilla and many gulets sending customers off screaming on blow up seats behind motor-boats with rumbling engines.

   However, there was one sound that brought a smile to Bob’s face. A gulet playing ‘Hotel California’ by the Eagles. The partying went on most of the night.

   Back at Ucagiz we have anchored in the bay (it’s not clean enough to swim). We lowered the dinghy so that I could go for a shower whilst Bob accessed the internet at Hassan’s restaurant. We shopped in the little supermarket, but it was at the wrong time as the gulets were leaving for the day and people were buying last minute essentials. Much pushing and shouting. I was surprised when the assistant asked for 85 turkish lira as we’d bought quite a lot of groceries.

Evening Sunday 10th August – Cineviz Bay (previously here – evening Saturday 9th August) – Bob’s favourite

What a diference a day makes! We completed our tour of the ruins at Phaseli, leaving the bay to its holidaymakers and returning to Cineviz before evening. It is not dark until about 8.45. From the seventeen boats moored here yesterday there are only a couple left that don’t look like permanent residents. It is so quiet and peaceful we understand why Rod Heikell’s guide book describes this as a ‘deserted bay’; the views on all sides are magnificent and magical. Bob has decided this is his favourite bay!

The Turning Point in Turkey – Sunday 10th August 2014 Tekirova (ancient Phaselis)

This is a fine way to come completely up-to-date. We have sailed as far east as we would like. The anchorages ahead are not so good, then there’s Syria and Cyprus. Both have political problems at the moment; the two parts of Cyprus don’t like yachts checking in or out as there are too many questions about where they’ve been. We are not now going in that direction.

   It’s westwards to Greece! I am so pleased, it’s far too hot, I am now dark brownin colour becoming darker by the day though I never sunbathe. So my blog photo, taken in Milan, Italy is a lighter skinned and plumper me. it’s hard work on a boat! Moans over (for today)!

   Whilst I am on the boat I have limited access to the internet so I haven’t looked at the admin side of my blog. If you have left a message, or reposted one of my photos, I possibly won’t know till later. I will answer or deal with it in time. This is the trouble with a blog as opposed to a forum. It’s a lonely place. As is a yacht with two people. We live in our own little world of, ‘look at the land, swim in the water and keep the boat moving’. Sometimes we talk to each other, but very little that’s not about what we’re doing. We have a French Scrabble set on board but playing it is a bit fraught. There are many vowels than consonants which makes producing words in English difficult. We’ve stopped playing as we disagreed on the word jee, Bob said it’s a word but I said not. Oh well.

  A friend, who I’ve known since 1968, said, ‘Fancy you sailing round the Greek Islands. Who would ever have envisaged that years ago?’ Just goes to show you don’t know what’s round the corner of your life.

   I can’t post photos because I never have strong enough internet or time on it to download the new batch. I intend to post these later.

   Back to Teirova, ancient Phaselis, which has the most perfect little theatre – you could almost recreate it for holding actual plays. We would do that in the UK, little theatre companies with plays by Ovid and Shakespeare (who used Ovid’s ideas anyway).

  We made a lunch stop in the bay, seeing ‘Dragon’ gulets (my name) for the first time. These are multi-story and kitted out for maximum effect ( huge speakers). Music and drama. While Bob was rowing ashore he stopped at the line of bouys that separated the shallows from the deep to fix the tied-on paddle (the connector to the dingy sheared off, then Bob dropped it into the bay), I saw a turtle swimming on the shallow side. It is so good to see them pop their heads up, then duck into the water to continue swimming. It seemed to have no problem with the hundreds of people, laughing and splashing in the water.

Friday 11th – 14th July 2014 Return to Partheni boatyard. Invoice paid and Peperuka lifted in.

The ferry from Kos dropped us on the other side of Leros from where we boarded last month. Simon and his wife who we had met in Lakki had, like us, made a trip home; unlike us they knew we would not land at Lakki, and that the bus would have gone before the boat got in, so had already ordered their meal at a shoreside restaurant when we passed them again. We hailed a taxi to take us to the boatyard, picking up a scooter there too to drive into the next town. The garage owner leaves them there for boat owners as the town is a distance away.

   The invoice for the repair work came to over two and a half thousand pounds; having a boat is expensive. We stocked up with more food and drinks. Peperuka was lifted in; a few electrical issues were dealt with, then we headed towards Pserimou Island en route to Turkey to meet Gurmeet and Roshan, my brother and nephew who are joining us for a short holiday.

Friday 13th June to Thursday 10th July 2014 In Scotland – Father’s Day, six cake celebrations, a barbecue and a wedding.

Chris and Nini treated us to an evening meal on Father’s Day two days after we arrived back in Glasgow from Greece. As usual, we met at The Counting House on George Square and then went to Di Maggio’s in Royal Exchange Square passing the statue of the Duke of Wellington on the way. It’s the one that has the traffic cone, almost permanently now; the one in front of the Gallery of Modern Art – the building that used to be Stirling’s Library when I was younger, a haven for me.

   The cake celebrations were Bob’s, Nimitta’s, Nini’s (2), Harleen’s and Harveen’s. The barbecue was at 3BC, my house, with Hardip and Mandeep presiding over the food. The wedding was Jazz and Julie’s at the new gurdwara in Pollokshields, where there were six Bhachoo cousins of Hardip but no Devsis. I had to leave early because of Nini’s birthday lunch, but it was good to see enveryone.

   Bob and I visited Mum Stickland in Dorset.

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Thursday 12th June 2014 Ferry to Kos for flight to Glasgow

Kos is a busy tourist resort but we found a cafe which sold cheap beer; we stayed there to eat before catching the bus to the airport. The flight was delayed by two hours which meant that we were later in the morning when we touched down in Glasgow. Hardip came to pick us up. Since the terrorist attack on the main airport building, bollards have been placed along the front making it much more difficult to drop-off or pick-up passengers. We use the drop-off as it’s easier. Good to be home, as always.256x256 - Copy (51) This was taken when we were still moving in. June 2013