We're not seasoned yet, and leaving port after our anxiety over fuel had cleared was as simple as stowing a few more cans of Illy coffee and ducking over to West Marine to buy Alex a new pair of sailing shoes (he was all for fixing the old ones, but I draw the line at broken plastic shoes).
After that, we handed over the key to our bike lock to Lee, our ex-US navy submarine commander buddy, wished he and Zehra pleasant riding, and then we were gone.
|At anchor at Sehir Adalari|
It isn't actually - even Alex has dunked his body - but until further notice I'll risk derision and stick with the wetsuit for those long swims with the floating rope.
|Always a good time to revise Turkish vocab|
|Great drifts of yellow "stuff" we think is pollen sit on the waters of the Gokova gulf|
|First stop was Cokertme, just cranking up for the summer trade|
|The northern shore of Gokova gulf, from Sehir Adalari anchorage|
|Cleopatra's custom-made beach|
|Behind the beach - the crowds will come|
|Something much more satisfying about a theatre|
|Looks like Copenhagen, actually is Okluk Koyu|
So this is it. We're cruising again. It took me a few days to realise what I was missing - the muezzin's pre-dawn alarm call to prayer. We wake now with the light, and in Okluk Koyu, backed up against the forest, with birdsong. It's good.
|Mezes and Efes - the perfect combination|
|Skype is best without the camera - talking to Sam|