With the heatwave continuing Liz and I slept up on deck. Quite pleasant actually and a lot cooler than in our cabin! In the morning we stowed and made a slow down-wind hop around the corner, which saw us in Keci Buku, a great little bay divided in half by a spit. We made our way down to the end, out of the way of idiots on jet skis and tourists limping along the sand bar. As we surveyed our potential anchorage we were angrily waved off by a German who was insistent we didn’t drop our anchor anywhere near his precious boat (it was a hand-painted, rusty heap of shite). Not that we needed his advice on how and where to anchor but we tend to steer clear of fools like this so we opted for a spot completely sheltered from all prevailing winds.
Keci Buku is a popular place with the Turks, and it’s no wonder. It’s a great little spot ideal for families and those looking for a quiet retreat. The restaurants with their jetties serve the yachting community (as well as Marti Marine which Rod Heikell w@nks himself stupid over) and it looks like there are some great walks in this area. We never bothered, mind. It was way too hot.
The most active thing Liz and I did was to get Liz to row me ashore where I climbed a small hill to take some shots, whilst Liz rowed herself around the corner to the bar. The best shots, however, were taken the next morning when I awoke early to catch the sunrise over the bay (see above).