Getting Creative On Gemiler Island

 

After allowing Millie to stuff her face with fish (she eats about three and then plays with the rest) we motored over to Gemiler Island where all the gulets hang out. Busy but far less rolly.

 

Gemiler Island is littered with Lycian antiquities

Gemiler Island is littered with Lycian antiquities

Actually, when I say busy I mean really busy. For an anchorage in the middle of nowhere there are rather a lot of vessels churning up this otherwise idyllic anchorage. Nothing bad, mind, apart from the twat on a jet-ski who needed a smack round the face; the gulet that anchoraged next to us and played shite pop music over a 2k sound system; and that idiot in the speedboat towing a banana who, every time he passed the anchored boats, shouted “yes, you can do it, you can ride my banana”. Every half hour. For six hours. In fact it was quite difficult to decide who needed the smack round the chops the most. I voted for ‘jet-ski twat’ who would ride in between the day-tripper boats, pull off some lame stunt and then wash down his long, greasy locks with a bottle of mineral water in full view of his adoring audience (all in his head, you understand). Liz, on the other hand, voted for ‘banana-boat knob’. In the end we agreed that the gulet was the biggest annoyance. Playing music so loud at night in a beautiful anchorage lit by the stars just isn’t on (this from an ex-raver-cum-DJ). There’s a time and a place, and all that…We ended up whistling at them to turn their music down and received some unfamiliar gestures of acknowledgement.


Gemiler. Picture taken in a quieter moment.

Gemiler. Picture taken in a quieter moment.


Smiley round face. And a flag.

Smiley round face. And a flag.

We’d get our own back on the gulet though. Next morning we were to get up early for the motor down towards Kas, and we thought getting up at six, turning the engine on and shouting at each other across the bay whilst untying our line would be poet justice. Imagine our horror then when, at five in the morning, we were woken to the sound of the gulet leaving the anchorage first. ****s!


We spent three days in Gemiler in all. Couldn’t recommend it enough, despite the aforementioned idiots. We got pretty creative during that time, something we spend more and more of our spare time doing. Liz spent three days making necklaces and I spent three days flag (and bread) making, having replaced our smiley face flag (this was our third one we’d got through) and created an ‘Esper-logo’ one. Decided the next flag would be a Millie burgee. And you thought we had too much time on our hands.







Some bread. Looks a bit like cake. Tastes like cake too. OK, so the title of this photograph is 'Some Cake'.

Some bread. Looks a bit like cake. Tastes like cake too. OK, so the title of this photograph is 'Some Cake'.






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