Before making our way to yet another buku we popped round for a coffee with Christer for a chin-wag and catch up. He was enthusiastic about this part of Turkey and had spent most of the time since we’d last seen him (a couple of months ago) in this area. Having now spent a considerable amount of time exploring Hisaronu Korfezi ourselves we can see why. We’re adding this area to our list of possible winter retreats as Liz and I have decided we won’t be staying in a marina or boat yard this winter, if we can help it.
We said goodbye to Lady Jessie with the intention of meeting up again in September when Michelle comes out to visit (she of Voyager fame).
Our aim was to get to Datca today but with the wind on the nose we really couldn’t be arsed motoring 20 miles into it so we ducked into yet another Turkish resort, Kuruku Buku. I say ‘Turkish’ resort not because it’s a holiday resort in Turkey but because it is frequented by Turks, as opposed to foreign tourists. Sensibly the Turks tuck the drunken and obnoxious tourists away in places like Gumbet and keep places like Kuruku Buku to themselves. It’s nothing particularly special but being towards the end of the Datca peninsular it’s out the way enough for it to remain exclusively Turkish. The other side of the bay, Ciflik Limani, was taking a battering from the building westerlies and the empty beach and choppy waters reminded us both of a Cornish village. Aside from some kids playing on the floating swimming platform the bay was deserted. Sand being whipped up into the eyes was probably why.