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.

Tuesday 27 May 2014 Vathi Bay, Astipalaea, Greece.

An almost enclosed bay as the entrance is very narrow. There is an abandoned brick kiln with an ugly scar on the hillside from where the material for the work was taken. We anchored Peperuka at the north end where there is a small homesteading with a church on the hilltop close by. There was a large herd of goats with very large bells around the adults necks. The herd was moved from one end of the bay to the other along a well-used dirt track. What a racket of jingles and jangles! We couldn’t help smiling while clapping our hands over our ears. I took a video but can’t find it now. From now on I will post no photos until I’ve caught up with where we are. Today is actually the 23 July and we are in Keci Bay, Orhaniye, Turkey.

Tuesday 13 May 2014 To Chania, CRETE. Very windy

At first light, donning our life jackets, we prepared to leave. And now the worry was, is the anchor caught in rocks and unable to be lifted? With luck, the anchor came up smoothly, Peperuka, Bob and I left – whatever awaited us on the open seas had to be an improvement on this.

During the voyage south to Chania on the north shore of CRETE, the wind was still strong but we could sail on the genoa. I took another anti-seasickness tablet. Unfortunately, a strong gust of wind blew away Bob’s expensive spectacles. He was not happy but I said perhaps his glasses insurance would cover it –they were newer than mine and I had paid £25.00 for insurance cover and told ‘whatever happens, come back.’ I lost my glasses in the Med at a lunch stop in a Turkish bay when our anchor dragged, and insurance wasn’t even thought about. I was glad it was only my glasses, and not me, that had ended up in the water.

Mooring up in Chania was a bit fraught, although the fact that I’d had experience of using anchor as a bow holding line, was helpful. My mistake was that I stopped letting the anchor out when I thought Bob was getting close to the quay. The boat then veered to his left and he had to push it away from the large catamaran moored there already. After that we reversed smoothly in except that when I was returning to the stern to help tie the lines, the captain of the boat on the right said that we’d crossed his anchor. He wanted to know how long we were staying to which I replied a couple of days. ‘Before Friday?’ ‘Oh yes.’

Bob had to call me to help at the stern. So instead of being helpful, I suppose he thought there were people on the quayside. I had been surprised to see so many people walking along the side and the wall of the port – all holidaymakers. I was worried they were only bystanders with no knowledge of tying a boat. Turns out the one who threw me the line was Kurt who we’d known in Kalamata last year. I took the line only saying thanks quietly then wondering where Bob wanted it tied, then he sent me to the anchor again to let it out a little bit. But, Kurt’s shorts registered with me, brown with little triangles of orange at the side, so that when I saw them a day later on the third boat along from us, I said, ‘that’s who helped us’.