We’d been waiting for the winds to turn westerly for a few days. The southerly would have had us close-hauled (sailing into wind), which, although do-able, was not my idea of a first summer season’s sail. When the westerly arrived we upped anchor and made our way out of Marmaris bay, vowing not to return until autumn (dear god, please!).
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I shan’t bore you with details of our sail. Needless to say it can be divided up into three parts: a frustrating first bit with winds bouncing off the mountains, which had us running round the boat, engine on, engine off, sails out, sails away etc etc; the middle bit, where we had main and mizzen right out, mizzen stay-sail up and yankee out (the yankee is the correct name for our foresail, which we have referred to as the ‘gib’ in the past); and then an annoying last bit with my temper fraying. I can only assume it was the sudden shock of my body having to do physical exercise, whilst flexing my mental muscle over simple navigational tasks, all for the first time in a number of months. Jees, I’m both physically deformed and mentally retarded.
All that aside it was a great run down to the Goçek area and the quiet little anchorage, tucked up behind an island in Ragged Bay, was a real tonic. A reminder as to what this live-aboard malarkey is all about. Skinny dipping, snorkelling, cold beer watching the sun go down…yep, we’ve arrived.
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