Deep Bay to Sarsala Koyu

At 12:30 after a swim, breakfast and two hours of school we devised a neat way of disconnecting from the mooring buoy. It entailed Al suspending Will in a Bosun's chair off the front of he boat. I then maneuvered the boat until he was directly above the buoy. He then unclipped the bridle and away we went.

When we reached Sarsala Bay it was Summer's turn to clip us on using the same method.


On arrival in Sarsala Bay, after a mammoth 1.3 mile motor we were back in the water before dropping the dingy and going off to explore more ravines and canyons.

Now I realise this looks very similar to the previous blog, but if you were here you'd know that is just not the case. I just cannot get over the views from the head of these ravines and I feel duty bound to bring them to you.













There is of course another reason for these energetic jaunts and that is they provide ample justification for that Turkish feast quaffed down with a fresh Turkish white, pink or red, doesn't matter, all delicious and always in a well improvised shack of a restaurant, only there to take advantage of the season's yachting trade and doing their best for a recommendation in Trip Adviser. To my mind they pretty well all qualify remembering that their menus are not trivial, everything has to be boated in and they always seem to have fresh ingredience and ice cold wine and beer?

That evening we were treated to the loudest, wettist storm we've experienced since leaving Australia. Fortunately it was not accompanied by big winds so all we needed to do was to shut the hatches and sit back and enjoy the pyrotechnics.