Let’s Go Sailing and Discover Turunc

Jamie & Liz agreed it was time to break out of the “Black Hole” and actually sail in to the Mediterranean. Within Marmaris bay katabatic winds and unpredictable breezes make sailing challenging. We entered the Sark Bogazi straight, which proved to be much wider than it appeared on the chart, and the winds picked up so we commenced tacking and making good progress. After about ¾ mile we broke out and started some serious stuff with 3 sails out, proving that with a ketch rig you don’t need the mainsail if you want to cruise comfortably. Before long, however the Skipper decided it was time to turn right round a full 180 degrees and head due west towards Turunc, which is where we would be mooring up for the night. The wind was dropping before but now it was down to a whisper and then as we reached the wind shadow of the high hills facing us, we almost stopped. So it was on with the engine and aim for the beach.  Neither Jamie nor Liz had been here before so we all consulted Rod Heikel’s book, which seemed optimistic about safe anchorage. Sure enough there were so many Turkish boats (especially the mini-gulets) that we abandoned the idea of tucking ourselves right in but took the more prudent option of anchoring just in front of the bathing area.  Swimming in Turunc Source: M&L Furlong  We had just got our swimming togs on when a Turkish boat stuffed full of English tourists came right up behind us and dropped anchor- obviously we were in his favourite spot! Fortunately, they did not stay too long and eventually left us in peace, except yet again an ice cream man came by yelling out his wares. After that, we were able to swim and snorkel in crystal clear water before watching the sun go down as we sipped our aperitifs on deck.  Then it was the dreaded wobbly blancmange ride to the village quay where a “kind local” helped us ashore. Turunc is a small resort with a funicular railway (no doubt because it’s on a mountainside). Although it gives the impression of being quite remote, it’s actually touristy but not too bad. After a browse amongst the tourist tat in the shops, looking for a bracelet for our granddaughter Jamie & Liz spied a bar for a top up and promptly sat down, whilst we headed for the nearest cash machine! In ordering drinks for us we are impressed with Jamie & Liz’s improving Turkish vocabulary. We stuck to wine for our aperitif before we settled on an eatery. We ended up on the front looking out into the bay at the restaurant that the “kind local” manages, for an excellent meal with plenty of local red to wash it all down, but it’s a cash only bill. Then back into the wobbly inflatable for a smooth ride out to Esper (with torch clutched tightly in hand). At this point Lesley opted for her bed, but Jamie suggested opening “that bottle of red you brought from England”. Since Mike is so weak willed he said “what a good idea” when in fact he had already had too much. Whilst quaffing more wine and noticing that Esper had sprouted and extra 2 masts, something flashed past him in the dark and then zoomed back again behind him. It was Millyu showing off her prowess at lightning reactions and seeing in the dark-it’s bit disconcerting until you get used to it. Well past midnight, Jamie said he was going to bed so Mike took the hint and staggered off feeling jaded.

Source: M&L Furlong

Jamie & Liz agreed it was time to break out of the “Black Hole” and actually sail in to the Mediterranean. Within Marmaris bay katabatic winds and unpredictable breezes make sailing challenging. We entered the Sark Bogazi straight, which proved to be much wider than it appeared on the chart, and the winds picked up so we commenced tacking and making good progress. After about ¾ mile we broke out and started some serious stuff with 3 sails out, proving that with a ketch rig you don’t need the mainsail if you want to cruise comfortably. Before long, however the Skipper decided it was time to turn right round a full 180 degrees and head due west towards Turunc, which is where we would be mooring up for the night. The wind was dropping before but now it was down to a whisper and then as we reached the wind shadow of the high hills facing us, we almost stopped. So it was on with the engine and aim for the beach.


Neither Jamie nor Liz had been here before so we all consulted Rod Heikell’s book, which seemed optimistic about safe anchorage. Sure enough there were so many Turkish boats (especially the mini-gulets) that we abandoned the idea of tucking ourselves right in but took the more prudent option of anchoring just in front of the bathing area.


We had just got our swimming togs on when a Turkish boat stuffed full of English tourists came right up behind us and dropped anchor- obviously we were in his favourite spot! Fortunately, they did not stay too long and eventually left us in peace, except yet again an ice cream man came by yelling out his wares. After that, we were able to swim and snorkel in crystal clear water before watching the sun go down as we sipped our aperitifs on deck.


Swimming in Turunc Source: M&L Furlong

Swimming in Turunc Source: M&L Furlong


Then it was the dreaded wobbly blancmange ride to the village quay where a “kind local” helped us ashore. Turunc is a small resort with a funicular railway (no doubt because it’s on a mountainside). Although it gives the impression of being quite remote, it’s actually touristy but not too bad. After a browse amongst the tourist tat in the shops, looking for a bracelet for our granddaughter Jamie & Liz spied a bar for a top up and promptly sat down, whilst we headed for the nearest cash machine! In ordering drinks for us we are impressed with Jamie & Liz’s improving Turkish vocabulary. We stuck to wine for our aperitif before we settled on an eatery. We ended up on the front looking out into the bay at the restaurant that the “kind local” manages, for an excellent meal with plenty of local red to wash it all down, but it’s a cash only bill. Then back into the wobbly inflatable for a smooth ride out to Esper (with torch clutched tightly in hand).


At this point Lesley opted for her bed, but Jamie suggested opening “that bottle of red you brought from England”. Since Mike is so weak willed he said “what a good idea” when in fact he had already had too much. Whilst quaffing more wine and noticing that Esper had sprouted and extra 2 masts, something flashed past him in the dark and then zoomed back again behind him. It was Millyu showing off her prowess at lightning reactions and seeing in the dark-it’s bit disconcerting until you get used to it. Well past midnight, Jamie said he was going to bed so Mike took the hint and staggered off feeling jaded.






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