Knidos - Day 55 & 56 - 21st and 22nd September


36° 41' 4.236" N, 27° 22' 26.3316" E

We set off from Datca heading the 20nm west towards the ruined city of Knidos, part of the Dorian Hexapolis.  We had hung around in Datca for 3 days hoping for the Meltemi winds to pass.  According to our local source the winds only last 3 days, we had experienced them for 4 days so he assured us we were safe.


On the final run upto Knidos we were beating into 30knot winds, not at all what we were expecting, and we were still pretty nervous after the scare we had given ourselves on the run into Datca.  So with a few miles to go I pulled in all of the sails and motored into the bay.


The bay was relatively full of boats, mostly yachts but a few gulets.  I would my way towards the head ofthe bay and dropped the anchor in 5 metres.  All was good and the drinks were poured.  The winds were still pretty intense and the boat was swinging on the anchor quite a bit.  After about an hour or so I became convinced that the anchor was slowly dragging, so I pulled it up and reset - this time with success.


I wasn't the only one having trouble with the anchor - a number of other boats were fighting the seabed trying to get a good holding.  Fortunately I had gone to the head of the bay, so all of this was happening behind us.   There were a number of nervous skippers watching those around them very carefully.

The next morning we jumped into the dingy and went to look at the ruins.  The ruins first came to western knowledge in 1812 and since then the site has been partially excavated.  City layout can clearly be seen and covers a huge site.  We spent many hours wandering the site and climbing  the hills.


In the afternoon we decided to walk to the more modern lighthouse at the tip of the Datca peninsula.



Datca - Day 53 & 54 - 19th and 20th Spetember

Yesterday was spent reprovisioning mostly at the giant Migros (a large supermarket chain).  Saturday is also the local market day so we spent some time investigating the wares on sale and ended up purchasing some more clothes. 


Erica went up the mast again today to try and recover the wifi gadget - we hoist it 10 metres up the mast to try and get a better signal across the marina to the resturant or bar that we have managed to find the password to.  Unfortunately in the winds it became disconnected from the laptop and was swinging wildly.  So we strapped the eldest in and sent her upwards to recover the precious equipment.  She's getting quite good at this now.


Today was spent cleaning the boat from top to bottom, it is amazing how dusty they get inside, and then filling the water tanks in preparation for tomorrow's departure.


Late yesterday 6 charter boats arrived filled with middle aged Germans determined to have a good time.   We were woken this morning by one of them with a bugle.  Periodically throughout the day we have had the aforementioned brass and then this afternoon they pulled out an accordian and started on the drinking songs.  Today is a holiday in Turkey on account of the end of Ramadan and the locals were egging the Germans on.  Made for a very entertaining day all round.  Lets hope they don't wake too early in the morning a repeat the reveille.

Keci Buku to Datca - Day 52 - 18th September

Today was pretty uneventful if you call 33.5knt winds, 'strong breeze', which a certain Mr Beaufort thought was an appropriate term for a wailing banshee.  Lets put it this way, I would not put a cat out in 33.5knts and I'm not particularly keen on cats.  I'm sure the RSPCA would have strong words with me if I did put out the hypothetical cat, in return I would have strong words with Mr Beaufort - and I would kick his cat.


Things really did start off pretty uneventfully - had a chat via Skype with my old boss, upped anchor at around 10 and had a lovely sail until about lunch time when suddenly the winds shifted 60 degrees and it became hard to go straight to Datca and we were into tacking for England territory.  To give you some idea how much tacking we had to do - the plan was to do around 20nm, we ended up doing 31nm, more than 50% more miles per plan.  You can see why I quit Project Management, my initial estimate was half what it should have been, clients don't like that kind of 'margin of error', but then they never had to sail from Keci Buku to Datca.


By late afternoon things were hotting up, well rather cooling down - the wind chill was kicking in seriously and Erica resorted to Blanket.  When we set off there appeared to be many boats heading in a similar direction, but by now they had all fallen away execpt 3 hard core nutters, us, a German boat and an Austrian boat - obviously I was not going to be the first to call it a day.


The Austrian boat and us were pretty evenly matched speed-wise, which considering he was about 20 foot shorter than us, reflected on his superior seamanship.  The German came from nowhere, whilst we were heavily reefed, Mr Deutschland was sailing horizontally.  It meant that he was zipping along at a speed comensurate with their pulse rate.


Eventually the Germans did a massive broach and suddenly they rolled in their sails and decided to motor the rest of the way.  Admittedly we had had our toe rail in the water, no mean feat which honestly the kids don't want me to repeat.  We waited about 10 minutes and then rolled in our sails to motor the last 2 miles.


Austria sailed all of the way and won the day - they arrived about 2 beers after we did, so it was a pretty hollow victory.

 The German boat shortly before his near roll - the Austrians in the background


Boz Burun - Days 48 & 49 - 14th and 15th September


36° 41' 26.1636" N, 28° 2' 27.1896" E

We decided to anchor outside the harbour in Boz Burun as we knew we would be there for a few days.   I had noticed that the handles were becoming detached from the dingy and the glue had I purchased had a curing time of 24 hours.  So when we arrived it was the first task before the swimming and snorkelling could commence.


We were anchored at 36 41.480N 28 02.433E, if you should find yourself in the neighbourhood with diving gear then you wouldn't recover my bucket would you - it's lying in 8 metres.  I'd be eternally grateful.


Next it was time to try out our new bosuns chair.  I went up first to look at the bulb on the tricolour.  Then Erica demanded a turn 23m up the mast.

I can see the pub from here


After Miriam wanted a go, but as she was almost slipping out of the chair I decided that the first spreaders were high enough for her.

Ciftlik to Bozuk Buku - Day 47 - September 13th


36° 34' 27.3" N, 28° 0' 42.4404" E

The sail to Bozuk Buku was fantastic according to my notes and we managed a top speed of 8.4knts.   Bozuk Buku is a huge bay with an ancient ruined castle guarding the entrance.  We anchored right at the back of the bay and took the dingy ashore with a view to walking around to the castle.


Unfortunately the ruined castle proved to be too far in the fading sunlight, however we all (except Al) had a good rock climb to the highest peak.

On the way back we found a tortoise lying on it's back with it's little legs frantically (relatively speaking) waving in the air.



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