Tuesday 2 December 2014

Datca and a nostalgic farewell to our newly adopted home.

We really love Turkey. It was nearly three months, three months being the max you can stay in any six. We were pleased to see that Datca was an 'entry port' which means customs and immigration facilities for checking in and out of Turkey.

It was conveniently on our way, it was open and it is a charming, friendly town with everything you'd need. Last time we were in Datca we drank a bottle of 2008 Henscke's Hill of Grace having survived the Meltimi incident at Knidos and big Al joined us bringing a constant source of fun and hilarity to the boat.

Datcha three months ago..... I remember saying how much we liked festival atmosphere.
Datca was looking very winterised. Most of the water/power facilities were covered, the timber decking had been removed and packed away and we were the only non Turkish boat in the harbour.

Datcha now. We like it like this too.
Whilst Datca was void of tourists, the town sustains itself in the off season. After a good dinner at a water front restaurant the on the other side of town, we headed for the boat and bed. O the way we heard some great sounding live music and decided to take a look...

Packed and happening, a very nice club literally overlooking the boat and a novel way of serving drinks.... order Bourbon and Coke and you get a half size bottle of Jack Danial's in an ice bucket and a can of coke per person. Easy for you, easy for the waiter and easy for the bill.... not so easy in the morning. We were joined by the owner and the waiter from the restaurant and it turned into a big night. It was cool when asked where we were staying to simply point at the boat from the window.

We did bring 2 great bottles of wine with us from Aus,

The other was a 2008 Penfolds Grange, to be enjoyed after an epic voyage or the celebratory equivalent.

Well, we were back in Datca, we were checking out of Turkey and we were on the final leg of this year's great adventure. Our winter destination, Kos Marina is not quite as salubrious as Datca harbour and just the thought of it was burning a hole in the back of our minds... So from Sally's favourite butcher we purchased some great looking steaks, unpacked the electric BBQ and cooked a meal to suit the occasion.

A slow start in the morning even though we had a 40 mile run to Kos. We left Datca at 12:00 on the nose and headed out into overcast skies, pewter seas, windless and uncannily warm for this time of year.









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