Immersing ourselves in the Zone

You will have noticed by now... hopefully, that the maps at the start of each blog are not to the same scale each time. At the bottom in the white box is the distance traveled, in this case only 7.5 nautical miles. To illustrate the point, this box has indicated over 50 miles in past blogs.

It was a latish start, 2:30 on the 10th October for a couple of reasons... The kids were not done with the water tramp and we didn't have far to go The move motivator in the end was the storm brewing on the mountains behind Gocek which started to encroach on the bay.


We pulled into the first substantial and interesting looking bay of Boynuz Buku (love these Turkish names), the wind was blowing directly into the bay and building due to the storm. There was a neat looking taverna at the head with a rickety jetty at an oblique angle to the oncoming wind. We were invited to Med moor in a vacant spot between two parked yachts, so we positioned, dropped the anchor and reversed. The angle of the wind is usually not a problem if the anchor bites but as we approached the slot, the anchor dragged, the bow slued and the owners of the parked yachts started paying close attention....

With the wind becoming more troublesome we went back out for another shot with a much longer chain but same story. With the wind now kicking up quite a swell heralding an uncomfortable night we up anchored and to the disappointment of the taverna owner and the relief of the parked yachts we headed out of the bay and around to Kadir Kir.

Another rickety but surprisingly sturdy jetty and beautiful peaceful spot.

The kitchen - Fresh baked bread just out of the oven

A much better angle to the wind which was now dying as the storm passed, Kadir Kir, otherwise know as Tomb Bay was just what the crew was looking for...

Nothing more than a bush camp with separate toilet block, kitchen, bar, tented dining room and, if you were inclined a separate shack where you could have yourself a Turkish haircut, shave and/or massage.

The Bar - and guess who's first stop?

Tented Dining Room

The sign reads: Massage - Shave - Haircut

It was nice change to smell the rain after five months absence. The place had that clean bush smell about it, fresh bread just out of the oven and our appetites soared.

For dinner, the mains of fresh fish or meat included the chef's choice of mezzes and we just pigged out. Yummmm!

As always, if you park on somebody's jetty, you are obliged to eat at their restaurant. As we had done such a good job of provisioning the boat in Gocek and really did need to start eating some of it, staying on this delightful jetty and eating on the boat would not be cool. So the next day we decided to move to a spot less than a mile around the corner, anchor off, take a long line ashore and continue enjoying this beautiful space we were in.....


Oh, and have ice cream delivered to the boat!

Just a tad out of place, but who could refuse the bleating children?