First Night Sail - Days 29 & 30 - 26th and 27th August 2009


36° 9' 51.1596" N, 29° 48' 6.9012" E

Time to get back to sailing again.  Brigitte and Gerry of Octopus, a couple we had become friendly with, had left a few days before hand and after a few text messages we found out they were at Polemus Buku in Kekova Roads.


Another early start, casting off the mooring lines at 6.30am.  This is becoming a bad habit!  As normal motorsailing as the winds were too feeble to make any decent progress. 


Shortly after setting off Alyson and I decided it was a bit chilly and went below to get a sweater.  We looked at the temperature and noted that it was only 25C - we obviously have become aclimatised, something I thought would never happen in the first few days when we were actually melting.


We crossed the Bay of Antalya and anchored at 20:00 in the bay Cavus Limani where we had dinner.


At 22:00 we pulled up the anchor and commenced our first night sail.  Erica stayed up with me most of the night whilst Alyson and Miriam slept below.  At 4am Alyson came up to relieve us and I got 2 hours sleep, before waking to see the dawn at 6am.


By 8am we had arrived in Polemos Buku and anchored close to Octopus.   After a quick hello with Brigitte and Gerry, it was back to Mirica for some sleep.

Brigitte and Gerry and their website

Hanging out in Alanya - Day 24-28 - 21st-25th August

For a variety of reason we spent 5 days hanging out in Alanya.  Time to get some jobs done, cleaning, washing and buying provisions.


Taralee had their daughter and grand daughter visiting. Being 9 years old the grand daughter naturally hooked up with our kids and I think the 3 of them had a ball, swimming, playing Nintendo and visiting a water park.  Taralee also organised a BBQ on their catamaran,  it was interesting to go for a sail on a cat as we had, at one time, contemplated buying one.

Nev from Taralee enjoying champagne with Alyson

Being a bit of a party animal Nev also organised for a few boats to visit an Irish bar for an evening of karaoke.  The children begged me not to sing, but after a few beers Nev persuaded me to do a duet with him.  Half way through the song the git buggered off and left me to finish off on my own.  The whole bar begged me not to repeat the performance!


We also had a very interesting dinner with one of the investors in the Alanya Marina project.  He owns a couple of hotels in the area and his restaurant was fantastic, the best food we have eaten so far, and on the whole we are finding turkish cuisine to our liking.

Cineviz to Alanya - Day 23 - 20th August 2009

Wow what a day.......


As it is a good 70nm across the Bay of Antalya, an early start was called for and we upped anchor at 6.30am.  People who know me will be shocked to see I am capable of anything at such an ungodly hour.


The sail started like normal but by 8am we were looking at high teen's winds from the north.  Wave were breaking over the bow of the boat and for the first time I thought it prudent to have the lifejackets on deck.   Over the next 3 hours the winds upped towards 25 and the amount of sail we had out gradually decreased, until we had 2 reefs in main and 3 in head.  By this time Alyson was feeling decidedly queasy and eventually fed the fish her breakfast.


Over the next 3 hours the wind slowly swung around to the west, directly behind us, and fell away to a mere 10 knots and in order to keep up the required speed we had to motorsail.  After 6 hours of plodding along the wind continued it's swing to the south and dropped to zero before suddenly picking up again so that we could turn off the engine and sail into Alanya looking like professionals.


It was a relief to finally moor up after nearly 14 hours, experiencing wind through 180 degrees, from 25 to 0 and back to 10.


Karaloz to Cineviz - Day 22 - 19th August 2009

Time to start thinking about heading back to Alanya Marina.  Today it was an 8 hour sail back to the anchorage of Cineviz, the first place that we sailed to when we first took delivery of Mirica.


As normal the wind was pretty shocking and so the engine was on all day :-(  The sailing was pretty uneventful,  however we did our first 'goose wing' - this is when one sail is to the left and one to the right.  It looks like this:

Arrived in the bay and decided to anchor near to a couple of other boats that were there already, but decided I was too close so we moved across to the other side of the bay where we were all alone.


Just as we were settling down for dinner a darn gulet came and decided to anchor next to us.  I was free anchored which means that the nose of the boat would always point into the wind, so as the wind swings around so do we.  The gulet kapitan decided that he would tie a line ashore and as he was tightening up his anchor and line he was getting closer and closer to us.  


Suddenly it became apparent that we would hit.  Al dived into the locker to try and get a fender out, but we had left it too late.  I managed to hold him off while his passengers looked on aghast.  Words were exchanged and the kapitan had the nerve to say it was my fault as I didn't have a line ashore, I pointed out that I was over 50m from the shore and didn't have a line long enough and as there was a virtually empty bay why didn't he bugger off and find a clear spot.

It became apparent that he had no intention of moving so I relented and look a line ashore.  My estimation of distance was a little off, we were only 45m from the shore and I did have enough line in the end.


We then had the pleasure of listening to a boat full of turkish tourist singing all night acapello.


Karaloz - Day 20 & 21 - 17th and 18th August 2009


36° 10' 52.7664" N, 29° 53' 18.1716" E

We had heard from a number of people that the Karaloz inlet on the southern side of Geyikova island is spectacular.  So we decided to head out there to see for ourselves.


We left mid morning and managed to sail all of the way!!!!  Mind it is only about 5 miles.  As we were nearing the entrance to the cove I noted that we were being tailed by a catamaran sailing at approximately the same speed.  Near the entrance there are a few small rocky outcrops/islands.  Being ever cautious, I decided to go outside them, whereas the cat cut through the inside.  When we had cleared the outcrop the cat was suddenly upon us, the cheeky bugger must have gone to full revs whilst we were out of sight of each other.  


Well I'm not letting that swine nick the best spot, a red mist decended and we too went to full revs.  After about a minute I realised that this was all a bit silly so I let him through, perhaps, as I later found out, not the wisest of decisions I have made.


We entered the cove ancient Port Sant Stefano and it immediately reminded me of the Norwegian fjords I knew so well - naturally they are on a significantly smaller scale and not nearly as breath taking as Geiranger, but still pretty darn good.  


We pottered around to the furthest corner where I noted that the catamaran had nicked the best available spot.  The only one left for us was between some tourist gulets and the dreaded cat and sideways onto the wind.  No problem,  I dropped the anchor and Alyson swam to the shore carrying a line that we would tie onto the stern.


What's taking her so long?, I wondered to myself.  Alyson was standing knee deep on a submerged ledge looking at her feet - meanwhile I was drifting perilously close to the cat.  I looked anguishly towards Al to see is the line was tied on yet and I could winch us clear.  Nope she was still looking at her feet and trying to climb up the ledge.  There was to choice but to pull forward and reverse in again.


As I come back in Al will still struggling, with what I had no idea.  I was becoming more and more agitated(!!!) as again I started drifting onto the cat.  Suddenly a gulet kapitan jumped into a dinghy and rushed to the shore where Alyson was still struggling.  He jumped onto land, grabbed the rope and I pulled us taut and out of harms way.


Once the drama was over I saw that the kapitan was also looking at Al's feet.  She gingerly hopped into his dingy and he brought her back to Mirica.  What the **** was that all about, we nearly crashed twice?  She showed me her feet and I could see the blood flowing from them.  Concerned I looked closer and saw that they were covered with sea urchin spines.  We soaked her feet for 30 minutes or so and I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to pick them out with a needle and tweezers.  Time to invest in swim shoes methinks.


Once we had settle down it was time for the ritual swim/snorkle.  As promised the waters were exceedingly clear and a good time was had by all.



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