From South Africa To Turkey

Siobhan: all the way from S. Africa!

Siobhan: all the way from S. Africa!

It’s perhaps not surprising that my best holiday so far was the result of a series of coincidences and good fortune.  Even now, parts of it feel like a dream.  How likely is it that your boss in South Africa tells you that you’re being sent to a conference in Istanbul and that – taking a chance because you know your friends are sort of crazy – when you email friends in London to say you’re going to be in Turkey for a few days, do they want to join you, they come back immediately to say that they’d love to.  But it doesn’t end there – Candice and Matt (the crazy friends) then go on to say that they happen to have friends who they think are living on a yacht somewhere off the coast of Turkey and maybe we could all meet up somewhere.  And next thing you know, its after midnight and you’ve flown all the way from South Africa to Istanbul and are now on your way to Dalaman to be picked up by a taxi driver who will then drive you a further two hours along the Turkish coast where you will meet Jamie, Liz, Millie and the good ship Esper for the first time.



It was sometime in the bleak hours between midnight and 4am that I boarded Esper.  Everyone other than poor Jamie had sensibly gone to sleep (helped along, I’m told, by a fair amount of alcohol) but somehow he was still amazingly hospitable, showing me the bunk that would be my bed for the next few days and the small window above it that I could close if it became a bit chilly, checking to see if I needed anything to eat or drink, and then leaving me to finally collapse after 36 hours in transit.



poolWhen I finally surfaced in the morning and wandered onto the deck I couldn’t believe it.  I had somehow woken up in paradise.  We were moored off a small jetty looking onto a quaint ocean-side restaurant.  The sky was deep blue, and the water so calm that it looked like a mirror.  The others were already awake and after reintroducing myself to Jamie in a slightly less hazy state, I met Liz – his partner and sailing companion – for the first time.  Between the two of them, I felt at home almost immediately and by the time I had to leave four days later, felt as if I’d know them almost as long as Candice and Matt.




Liz and Candice share a joke (probably Matt's fishing efforts)

Liz and Candice share a joke (probably Matt's fishing efforts)


I won’t bore readers of this blog with a blow-by-blow account of the four days, largely because I don’t think I can do the food, the scenery, the people and our social interactions sufficient justice.  What I will do instead is recount specific moments that will ensure I remember this brief holiday forever:


  • chillEvery day we would put a fish trap overboard to see if we could catch some small fish for Millie, the foundling cat who had become a member of the crew.  When we did manage to catch some fish, Jamie and Liz would “decant” the fish into a water-filled bucket so that Millie could catch her own dinner rather than simply having it served up in a bowl.  She even figured out how to deal with the spiny fish that had spiked her the first time round, by quickly flicking it out of the bucket into her mouth, where she bit off its head before it had time to react.  When I say “crew” I use the term rather loosely.  While she had mastered the art of using the toilet (though admittedly not the rather complex flushing part) and would join us on deck when we were sailing, her contribution to the sailing activity was to fall asleep on top of the mainsail ropes and then look at you in a rather disgruntled fashion when you dared to pull or release the ropes that formed her bed.  When she wasn’t napping on the ropes, she had her own chair from which she could survey her kingdom and ensure that her minions (us) were doing what we should be doing.


  • After a few days on board and not any showering (though many swims in the sea), Jamie decided that he would rig up a shower for those of us that felt the need.  After a few minutes of pegging towels and kikois and hooking up the hose, we had a perfectly acceptable shower on the bow of the ship.  Candice decided she’d take the first advantage and after a few minutes emerged smelling of pomegranate body wash, instead of salt water.  Unfortunately her clean state didn’t last long.  Liz noticed that Candice’s bikini had fallen overboard and after a moment’s hesitation, Candice jumped in, fully-clothed, to retrieve it.


Sponges. Could have done with some of these.

Sponges. Could have done with some of these.


  • The meals that Liz managed to produce from the tiny kitchen rivalled those we found on-shore – whether breakfast with fresh yoghurt and honey, fresh fruit, olives, Turkish cheese and local bread (sometimes delivered by an old-man in a rowboat), or lunch with home-made aubergine and cous-cous.  On land we would succumb to meals of kofte, fresh fish, domate (the most flavourful you can imagine) – always accompanied by cherry juice, bira (beer) and wine.  Needless to say meals were an incredibly social occasion with much talking and laughter.


It certainly helped that the Turkish coastline was both wild and beautiful, that the food is phenomenal and that the weather was spectacular.  But the cliché that its not where you are, but who you’re with, holds true.  While I knew that a holiday with Candice (one of my oldest and dearest friends) and Matt would be wonderful, I could in no way have anticipated the hospitality and warmth of Liz and Jamie.  They made me feel instantly at home, taught me the rudiments of sailing (at least enough to not be a danger to myself or those around me) and entertained us all with stories of their travels.  There is something incredibly brave about deciding to step out of the rat-race and live one’s life a different way, and from everything I’ve seen, it certainly seems to be working for them.


They’ve probably already started the next leg of their journey and I can only hope that our paths cross again at some point.  Thank you for the most wonderful experience.  I have no doubt you’ll be responsible for helping others create many more.





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