The less I talk about the air travel that got me to Bodrum the better. Suffice to say it was the usual 5 hour delay getting on board the plane with an arrival at the marina well past the sun was up the next day. Just in time for breakfast. Jamie was kind to me on the Sunday and agreed that it probably wouldn’t be a good idea for me to try to sail, so I slept for most of the day whilst Jamie pottered on board.
On Monday we set off for Gümüslük. After our last stay, when we had to up anchor in the middle of the night, I was really hoping that we would be able to spend some more time there than my last trip.
We set off with no log reading (figured there was growth on it, so it would need cleaning). We sailed for a while, navigating our way around a dinghy race which also included a number of kamikaze windsurfers, but the wrong wind direction drove us to turn on the engine.
This time when we arrived at Gümüslük we again anchored twice, but not because the anchor dragged but because someone left and we took advantage of a better position. Hoorah! Jamie’s fears of anchoring and drifting seemed to have disappeared (although mine hadn’t).
Spent two days there, exploring and having a great time. Jamie dived off rabbit island (I didn’t, as I still need more courage in the water). I met the fabulous and hilarious Gurktan and ate in his restaurant. We went to beautiful Limon Cafe where we watched the sun go down. Jamie introduced me to a local jewellery shop which stocked lots of lovely goodies. We also bought a lovely hand embroidered spread for the cabin, which looks gorgeous and compliments Al’s oil painting very well.
We played lots of backgammon and you can be sure that I won very few games.