Joys of a watermaker - and of Becky and Charlie

On Saturday 15^th June we sailed up to Arki and squashed onto the end of the quay. 

It was wonderful to be back. Arki is very peaceful (except when the tripper boats arrive) and the perfect place to chill for a few days, with small coves and sandy beaches. Nikolas and Carolina had recently got back from their winter in Poland with Alexandr and we had delicious lunches and dinners in their taverna, pigging ourselves on Mama’s fantastic cooking. Lin specially loves their octopus.

We sailed back to Lakki on Tuesday 18^th to stock up and see Ian and Jo and Claudio and Olga. On Wednesday we went over to Alinda to have lunch with Claudio and Olga at To Steki. 

 We decided to start walking back to Lakki to work off our lunch, past an emaciated cow at Crithoni.

We got hotter and hotter and were glad to hear the hooting of the (unscheduled) bus coming up behind. We went back to Alinda in the evening to have their last dinner with Claudio and Olga in their hotel, before they caught the 4 am ferry to Kos on Thursday. On Thursday we left the town quay to go and anchor off the town beach. 

There was a horrible clanking from the engine – the feet of the bracket holding the watermaker pump on the engine had sheered, so the pump was wobbling around. Luckily we were only going a short way, so as soon as we were anchored we could take it off.

On  Friday we motored round to Xerokampos, where we picked up a mooring buoy 

 and met Jo and Ian for dinner in the taverna.

We left early on Saturday 22^nd morning to motor (no wind) down to Kos to pick up Becky and Charlie. On the way Lin noticed that the bilge pump was running – one of the watermaker pipes had split and fresh water was pouring into the bilge. Kos marina was full, so we went on to one of the marina berths in the old harbour as we needed water (Sue later told us that there is water on the free quay, but the marina berths were much more convenient for meeting Becky, who was dumped on the ferry quay). 

Becky and Charlie arrived at about 10 and we all went straight to bed.

About 3.30 we were woken by loud talking followed by a shriek and a splash. Three extremely drunk posh young English women were on the quay, one of whom had fallen (or was pushed) in. She clung on to the back of our boat while the security guards tried but failed to lift her out. Lin could not get our swimming ladder down as it was blocked by the boarding ladder, so the young drunk swam over to the Dutch boat alongside us, who had got their ladder down.  We went back to bed and slept soundly.

On Sunday we motored up to Lakki in a light headwind. Charlie kept watch

and Charlie drove

but he and Becky slept for most of the voyage.

In Lakki we went on the town quay. On Monday morning we did our shopping and Simon tried to find a metal workshop to make new brackets. Takis, the wonderful grocer opposite the taxi rank, told him where to go, but despite cycling to the top of the hill he could not find it. Takis then said that he would sort it all out for us when he delivered our groceries – not the kind of service you get in Tesco. Once stocked up we set off for Lipsi. 

Becky struck her favourite pose.

Again the bilge pump started working – this time the pipe had fallen off because Simon had not tightened it up enough, but fortunately we did not lose too much water. 

In Lipsi we tied up to the town quay and went to the beach, perfect for Charlie because it is gently shelving sand, so the water was warm.  

 Charlie had a great time, swimming,

making a sandcastle

 and, his favourite activity, throwing rocks into the sea and then fetching them back.

We had dinner that night at Manolis 

 – he not only remembered us but even asked us where Kai was. Charlie disappeared into the butcher’s, taking a child’s chair from outside and matching it with a table in the butcher's.

On Tuesday 25^th we had a short motor (still no wind) up to Arki.

As we motored along, a ghost came up the ladder to haunt us.

We stayed in Arki for three days, exploring all the sandy beaches, which Charlie loved, chilling and again eating wonderful food at Nikolas’s taverna. Charlie was a big hit with all those who remembered him from last year. He met Alexandros again, but was rather shy at first,

  but soon relaxed when Nikolas brought out Alexandros’s cars.

Charlie didn’t like the fisherman thrashing his octopus.

 We went to the little beach in the harbour,

The big beach past the ferry quay

 And idyllic Tiganaki beach at the south of the island, where we had a private cove

 and Charlie climbed the rocks to be king of the castle.

On Friday 28^th we left Arki at 7.30 and motor-sailed to Agathonisi, arriving at 9.45 and anchoring off the beautiful beach of Spilia, just outside town. 

Like everywhere else our friends were worried because it was almost July and was still very quiet, not only fewer yachts than usual but also fewer people staying in rooms. The new apartments are almost finished and are heavily booked from July, which should bring more custom to Maria in her shop and Yanni and Voula in their tavern.

There is now a 1 million euro road building programme on Agathonisi, funded by the EU. A strange priority since they are remaking the road to Spilia and installing solar powered lights, but nobody lives in Spilia, there is just a sandy beach, and the old road was a perfectly good dirt road. They are also remaking the road to Catholiko, a tiny village at the other end of the island, but this will provide better access to the archaeological site, where they are going to build a small museum. Everything that brings more visitors to Agathonisi is a good thing for the locals, but not so good for those of us who love it for its peace and quiet, as well as its friendliness. 

On Saturday morning we moved round from Spilia to tie up to the town quay, which is a bit tricky, especially in a strong wind, because it is too shallow for us right up to the quay, so we have to use the dinghy to get across to the quay. Charlie spent the morning playing on the town beach.

Escape from Turkey

In view of the increasingly militant demonstrations across Turkey the customs finally relented and allowed us to leave. We turned up at the Customs Quay at 9.30 on Monday, as requested. I went to ask the customs officer when the "expert" would come and he first said "today or tomorrow". In response to my cursing he went to ask his boss and they eventually reported that the "expert" was on the way from Mugla and would arrive about 11. I asked Derya, the agent, if the customs officer was looking for a bribe, but he replied that if I offered him a bribe we would never leave Turkey.
The "expert" had clearly not seen a yacht engine before - he climbed gingerly aboard, looked around and asked where the engine was. We showed him the engine room and the photo of the old engine and he agreed that the one on the quay was the same one. For this expert assessment we had to pay 200 euros!
Once we had finally collected all the stamps and bits of paper required we fled at full speed, glad to see the back of Marmaris.
We motor-sailed down the coast at increasing speed in increasing wind. After a couple of hours, as the wind hit 30 knots, the engine spluttered and died. Our escape from Turkey was clearly not to be. We phoned Burak and we agreed that someone would meet us at Sogut next morning, the nearest place to us that was accessible by road from Marmaris. We got the engine started again, but just as we turned the corner the wind died completely and the engine failed. On one side the waves and current were pushing us onto the rocks, on the other side the Symi-Rhodes ferry was bearing down on us. I quickly launched the dinghy and then struggled to lower and fit the outboard as the boat was pitching viciously. I got the dinghy tied alongside and got the boat moving at 2 knots to get us off the rocks and on our way, clinging on for dear life as the dinghy pitched and rolled. After an hour we had made a couple of miles and the wind filled in. The task then was to get the dinghy back up and empty all the water out. Lin managed to control the speed with the genoa so that I could get the dinghy in and get the water out. With some relief we got round the corner and set sail for Sogut.
We arrived at Sogut about 9, as it was getting dark. There was no space on the quay, but we were told to pick up one of their moorings. Two guys came out in their dinghy, leaped aboard and within two minutes had us secured fore and aft. Ten minutes later we were in their restaurant.
Ismail and Erhan arrived at 12 on Tuesday. Ismail thought the problem would not be the fuel pump since it was very unlikely that the pump would fail and then start again. The fuel filter/separator was clean so he reckoned that the problem was bits of plastic from the tank blocking the fuel line. He was right first time. The feed back was blocked with little plastic shavings at the elbow, where it came out of the tank. It turned out that they had not removed the debris from drilling etc when they made the tank and I had not thought to open it up and clean it out when I installed it. So now we will have to empty the tank and clean it when we have run the fuel down.
We left for Symi at 2. We did not want to go into Symi town, where we were due to meet Simon and Christiana,  because we had not cleared out when we left Greece so we did not want to meet the fearsome Symi port police. Instead we anchored in Pethi, a deep bay off a small village over the hill from Symi.

We got the bus into town and had a great evening with Simon and Christiana before getting the 11 o'clock bus back to Pethi.

We left Pethi at 7, motoring with no wind but heavy clouds, passing the Blue Star ferry as we motored past Symi town.

We had a long motor to Kos, where we anchored off the town beach while Simon went ashore to do a bit of shopping and get a new SIM for our internet dongle, only to find that the Wind shop was closed. We set off again and arrived in Pserimos, where we anchored in the bay and had an uncomfortable night. There was no wind, but a chop that had us rolling all night. We woke at 5 and decided to get up and go, again having to motor because there was no wind, arriving in Lakki at mid-day, where we tied up on the town quay.
Claudio and Olga came over from Alinda, where by chance they were on holiday, to spend the afternoon with us and we met them for dinner in an excellent restaurant, Mylos, in Crithoni, which we had not been to before.
It was wonderful to be back in Lakki! It felt like coming home. We met up with old friends. Jo and Ian came for tea after their early morning walk and we saw Philipe and Concesao, a Belgian/Portugues couple, with Scuba, their Portuguese water dog. Shopping was a joy, being greeted like old friends in every shop we went to. In the afternoon Simon cycled up the hill to the Wind shop in Planatos, which was hard work since he only had top gear. He got the SIM and a new cable for the gear lever, so now the bike has gears. We had dinner at To Petrino with Ian and Jo and got late to bed.
This morning, Saturday, we set off at 8 to go to Arki, before the strong winds set in this afternoon. We are now beating up into a force 4-5 wind hoping to get to Arki before lunch. We plan to spend three days in Arki before going back to Lakki on Tuesday to see Claudio and Olga before they go home.

Trapped in Turkey

We had a good trip home - doctors, dentists, hospital, haircuts, family - and even the weather was good.We went to London for a couple of days to see our families and go to the Pompei and Herculaneum exhibition at the BM, which was interesting but not astounding. The day we had booked to go to the exhibition the BM was on strike - dilemma! Fortunately for consciences there was no picket and the museum was operating more or less as normal. Sad, but good for us.
Simon warmed up for the trivets (a 100 mile bike ride for the over-50s) with a 92 mile practice ride the Sunday we got home. He got left behind by  the others, but chaperoned Bob Fine, who had terrible cramp, back to Leamington. On the real thing, the following Sunday, he rode as a backmarker to make sure that nobody got left behind. Unfortunately, to his great shame and embarrassment, he took his charges on an extra 10 mile detour when he went the wrong way after we found a road closed. The result was that he cycled 126.6 miles, including the ride from and to home, with 6100 feet of ascent. He was knackered!
We flew back to Dalaman on Tuesday, 4 June, arriving at 8.30 pm to find no trace of the taxi we had booked and no record of our booking at the United Blue kiosk, so we had to get an airport taxi at double the price. It was good to get back to the boat to find that the new rigging had been fitted, but it had not yet been tuned, and the new lights had not yet been fitted to the mast. This was a bit frustrating because we had hoped to be able to get straight off.
The riggers did not arrive to finish the job till about 4 on Wednesday afternoon. They tightened up the rigging and one went up the mast to fit the masthead light, but came down to say that there was an electrical problem - only 5 volts at the tricolour connection - and we would have to get an electrician. Jess Holman, our surveyor and supreme Mr Fix it, fixed for the electricians he works with to come next day, Thursday, as soon as they had finished a previous job. They arrived about 4 and fixed the masthead light - it was only a corroded wire end - and decklight. It suddenly looked as though we would be able to get away on Friday morning, so Simon raced into town to pay the riggers and do some shopping, then raced back to arrange with the agent to check out on Friday 7 June. We had to be at the customs quay at 9am, with our old engine to show the customs, which Marlin arranged to bring in their van.
We got to the customs quay at 9 and went through the checking out routine. All was fine until a young customs officer came to inspect our old engine. He did not believe that this was the engine that had come out of our boat because the tag with the maker, Thornycroft, and serial number had long ago detached from the engine.He went scratching away at the paint to find serial numbers and makers' names, but of course the only names were those of the engine maker, Ford, and the maker of the heat exchanger. The head of Marlin came over to try to explain that Thornycroft just put a few bits onto a Ford engine. More and more officials came over until at one time there were 6 customs officers inspecting the engine. They then told us that we would have to crane the engine onto our deck and take it with us, though God know how that would solve their problem. We showed them photos of the old engine in place, but still they did not believe the evidence of their eyes. Finally we were told that they would have to get an expert who would inspect our boat and determine whether or not the engine had indeed come from our boat. The only problem was that their expert was not in Marmaris that day and they refused to consider any other expert, even the Lloyds representative. We sat around on the customs quay until 3, when they came to tell us that the expert would not be here until Monday morning so our exit stamps had been cancelled and we should come back on Monday morning. To add insult to injury we had to pay 62 euros for the six hours we had been on the customs quay!

Marmaris customs quay

 We motored over to Pupa Yat, a beautiful and peaceful bay by the marina where the cows like to come for a swim in the afternoon.

It was peaceful until the German boat near us started to play loud music - not the done thing in a quiet anchorage, and acrooner started singing in the evening at the Imperial Hotel nearby. We avoided it by going into town for an Indian meal at the Taj Mahal. And it rained (OK, only a few drops).

Today, Saturday, Simon finished installing the watermaker and of course ended up with a major leak that took hours to fix. Lin went on cleaning and tidying and broadening her mind.

We just hope that we can get away on Monday - God knows what happens if the "expert" decides that the engine is not ours. We will probably have to stay here forever.

Time to go home

We fly home tomorrow for hospital, doctors, dentists and two long bike rides.
Last Friday, 17th May, we anchored in Bozuk Buku, ancient Loryma,

with the sad remnants of city walls at the head of the bay,

some lovely spring flowers

and the perfectly preserved enormous citadel on the headland.

We left early on Saturday morning and tied up at Captain's Table restaurant in Sogut, a very peaceful little place and very friendly restaurant.

On Sunday we motored across to Datca and anchored in the bay off the town. Someone passing in a dinghy warned us that 'a big blow' was coming. We thought he must have seen a different weather forecast from us so we decided that discretion was the better part of valour and spent the evening aboard. We decided that people who sail the Turkish coast have less experience of stronger winds and so think of what we would regard as normal winds in the Dodecanese as a big blow. In fact the wind dropped overnight. 

On Monday we motored back to Kocabahce and moored on the restaurant's jetty, which was full by 4 pm. Heaven knows what it is like in July and August!

It is a beautiful spot - only accessible by sea, which makes the restaurant rather expensive, with a big vegetable garden and animals roaming.
We had only motored about 30 hours and had to get towards 50 so that we could get the 50 hour service in before we left Marmaris, so we left Kocabahce on Tuesday morning to drive a long way round to a quiet anchorage in Marmaris Bay. We drove down the coast of Symi, then across to Rhodes. About mid-day we decided to turn back towards Marmaris and the new engine spluttered and died! We managed to get it started again and motored on, thinking maybe there had just been a bit of dirt in the fuel, but as we approached our anchorage a couple of hours later it died again and this time would start but die as soon as we sped up. I decided it must bea problem with the fuel feed pump so we decided to get back to the marina while we still had a good wind for sailing. We phoned Burak, who thought at first that we were teasing him - Yanmar's don't die! We sailed up to the entrance to Marmaris Bay, at which point the wind died, then went round onto the nose. We managed to start the engine and motored gingerly to the marina, where we got a comfortable inside berth. It turned out that it was a problem with the fuel feed pump. They had moved it to make room for the watermaker pump but had put it on the manifold, where it overheated (it was a very hot day). We had done 41 hours on the engine by now, which they reckoned was enough to do the service.
On Wednesday Simon spent the morning getting the outlet pipe off the aft heads, cleaning the limescale out of the seacock and fitting a new pipe. The old pipe was clearly completely blocked - so much so that nothing flowed out of it when it was disconnected, which was great for us but not so great for the binmen when they collected it from the rubbish bins! We are now spending the last couple of days cleaning, sorting out and tidying up and doing the endless little repairs that are always waiting to be done.

To sea at last!

We have had a frantic three weeks in the yard since Lin arrived, so no time to update the blog. I am afraid this is a rather boring account of the work on the boat.

Andrew's last week was spent cleaning and polishing the hull until it was like a mirror, with breaks for swims in the pool and playing with his iphone in the library, with its internet connection. The engine came out on the Tuesday, with a lot of grunting, but the Turkish workers insisted that Turkish workers were strong and it came out cleanly. We couldn't get the fuel tank out though because the steering cables were in the way and we couldn't ask the crane to wait, so we finished cutting the tank in half, removed the steering cables and got it out without any trouble. 

On Wednesday Andrew and I went up to Sanai, the industrial district, to see the liferaft being tested. We got lost on the way to Sanai because of all the road construction. After wandering through the lanes we asked some construction workers working on a house the way to get there. One guy in a Manchester United shirt came over - it turned out that he had lived in Manchester for a few years - and phoned the liferaft company to find out where they were. He began to give us instruction s, but then decided it would be easier for him to drive us there, which he did. When we arrived, the liferaft guy put the liferaft on a table, pulled the cord and it exploded into life - it was enormous! An eight-man liferaft that looked as though it had room for 12. It had last been serviced in 2000 and the flares expired in 2001, but the liferaft man said it was an excellent liferaft in good condition so we gave the go-ahead for the service, and for repairs to the dinghy. They also sold us a second-hand canister for 22 euros in place of the grotty bag that it had been in.

Once the engine was out Simon got down to cleaning the engine room, which was thick with oil and grease, getting out the grimy greasy, oily old insulation and trying to track down all the wires and cables, many of which went nowhere and did nothing. Once he had removed the dud cables and identified the rest he tagged them so that we can make sure that the correct cables are attached to the new engine and will know what is what in future.

The old engine in the filthy engine room

On Thursday evening we went into Marmaris for Andrew and Sue and Steve's last evening. I had checked out a highly recommended Turkish restaurant and led everyone for miles through the backstreets only to find that it had not yet opened. Andrew took over and led us straight to the Taj Mahal for another Indian - it turned out that he knew the streets because he had sneaked off to get a tattoo done around there. We had a good meal and got a taxi back to the marina as we had missed the last dolmus.

Andrew left on Friday, after a lot of confusion over his transfer. A2b emailed on Wednesday to say that they would not pick up at the marina but we could have a taxi for some ridiculous price. The company handling it emailed half an hour later to say they would pick up at 10.45. I emailed them back to confirm that they would pick up from the marina and they emailed back to say no, they would pick up at Macdonald's in Marmaris, so Andrew got the dolmus to Marmaris, had breakfast in Macdonald's and got picked up on time.

Simon spent the weekend finishing cleaning out the engine compartment and cleaning and tidying before Lin arrived.

Lin arrived on her birthday, 22nd April, after a comfortable taxi transfer from Dalaman to beautiful sunny weather. Over the next two weeks we had clear blue skies and it got increasingly hot - too hot for working on the boat by the end of the two weeks. We had a birthday dinner in the marina restaurant that evening and got straight down to work the next day.

On Tuesday 23^rd the gantry people came to install the new gantry, which took the next two days. They worked carefully and professionally and the new gantry is strong and even quite elegant, with a second set of davits, a crane for the outboard, four solar panels, fittings to pull up the passarelle, four sets of cleats and holders for boat hooks and fishing rods.

The new gantry

On Thursday 25^th Erhan from Marlin came to install the new insulation in the engine room. He worked slowly and carefully over the next couple of days to do a really good job, giving us a clean engine compartment ready for the new engine. 

A clean engine room with new insulation

On Friday 26^th the new fuel tank and holding tank arrived. We managed to get the fuel tank through the engine room and into place under our bed, but we did not want to install it until the engine was in, because the exhaust runs under the tank. We also got a carpenter to fix the wall panels in our bedroom, which had been removed to install the gantry.

The liferaft and dinghy came back at the end of the week, but the liferaft canister burst open and they had to take it back and fit new straps. Once we had the liferaft the gantry people could make a cradle for it to fit on the gantry, which they did at the beginning of the following week.

On Sunday 28^th there was a boat jumble sale at the marina. It was scheduled to start at 9.30, but when Simon got there at 9.15 almost all the tables had gone. The punters were like locusts. Simon had taken two big bags, mostly of junk that we were giving away for nothing. People were grabbing stuff from the bags even before I could get them out and someone nicked the Adverc alternator regulator that costs £200 new, though they left the manual. In the end we sold or gave away everything we had come with, clearing about 50 euros for £500 worth of stuff. At the sale and barbecue we met Scott and Julie, who we had last seen at Aktio about 5 years ago.

On Monday 29^th people came to fix our leaking forehatch and replace our crazed and slightly leaking side windows. They did a very clean job on the side windows, with the new windows making the saloon much lighter than it was.

Tuesday (30th April) was the big day, when the new engine was craned in, 

but nothing more happened immediately. Over the next week people were coming and going, measuring up this and that and occasionally attaching bits and pieces, but the actual installation had to wait until the new bearers had been made, to make sure that the engine was lined up exactly right. On Thursday someone came to fit the new exhaust, which is complicated because it is a three-inch exhaust replacing a two-inch exhaust so fitting it required quite a lot of manouvering and cutting of wider holes. It also turned out when they took out the prop shaft to fit the new coupling that it was non-standard, so we had to have a new prop shaft made.

On Friday May 3rd the surveyor came to do the first part of our insurance survey, which was all fine, and the hatch man came back with the new fore hatch, but when we tested it over the weekend it still leaked, so he came back on Monday and rebedded it, so we now have no leaks (touch a lot of wood). He also supplied and fitted a new mirror for our heads (bathroom). On Saturday 4th May the new prop shaft went in and it fitted very smoothly.

On Sunday 5^th Simon went up the mast to try to fit the new masthead light and to drill out the old radar reflector brackets, which threatened to tear the genoa. He could not shift the screws on the masthead light and blunted two drill bits trying to drill out the brackets, so he decided to get someone in to do it. On Monday morning Mustafa from M2 Rigging came to give us a quote and immediately said that our rigging screws were cracked and the standing rigging was dangerous and should be replaced immediately, which he estimated would only cost 5000 euros. We called Jess, our surveyor, who immediately came to give an unbiased opinion and he reckoned that the rigging screws, and so all the rigging, should be replaced. Fortunately it can be done with the boat in the water while we are in England.

On Monday 6^th Simon checked the sea cocks and found that both of the toilet outlet seacocks had seized.  Jess recommended Herman of Germany Yachting Services and he came immediately, freed one seacock and replaced the other. 

Her first two weeks had been very frustrating for Lin because, with work going on all over the boat and tools and parts all over the place she could not get on with her cleaning and sorting out – she could not even unpack her bag. However, it was not too disastrous because the weather was beautiful so she could swim and sit by the pool and read.

We were scheduled to launch on Wednesday May 8th, but we did not want to launch without the engine installation being completed, so we put it off till Thursday. Meanwhile Simon wired up the new solar panels and MPPT regulator while they continued to work on the engine. There was a problem getting the harness for the panel through the narrow channel, so they had to take the ceiling down to make a new hole. Launch time came and the electrician was still working on the installation of the panel. The tractor arrived and he finished off the panel while we were towed to the launching place.

Lin went back to fetch the bike

We were still not sure that we would actually launch – there was so little room in the marina that some people had waited two or three days beyond their launch date and some Australians waiting beside us had been waiting for eight days. However, our engineer spoke to the lift operators and asked them to launch us next so we could get the engine going. 

The engine started with the first touch of the button and we motored round to the outside pontoon – not ideal, but the weather was calm so it was OK.

There was still the high pressure pump for the watermaker to fit and some wiring to complete, which they did over the next few days. They also gave us fantastic LED strip lighting for the engine room.

Simon rigged up the new gantry, now with the liferaft cradle.

The new bimini came on Sunday, but they still had to make a template for the side pieces and had put the leather patches in the wrong place, so we did not get it until Monday evening.

Simon went in to Marmaris on Tuesday 14^th morning to buy some plumbing bits and pieces for the watermaker and we had our last lunch in the Marina restaurant – we are such creatures of habit that the waiter knew what we wanted without our having to order – two beers, one fish soup and two cheeseburgers, all of which are excellent. After lunch Lin collected the laundry and we could leave.

We set off at 2.30 and motored over to Netsel marina in Marmaris to fill up with diesel (in the rain, so we put an umbrella over the filler to keep the water out. We have to try to get 50 hours of motoring in so they can check the engine while we are at home. After getting fuel, we drove round to Ecincik, where we arrived about 7 pm and anchored for the night.

On Wednesday 15^th we motored to Fethiye. On the way our heads (toilet) jammed and we could not pump out. Simon spent most of the journey on his knees, dismantling the loo and replacing all the serviceable parts, but could not find any blockage in the accessible places. We arrived in Fethiye and  checked in to the marina soon after lunch. We met up with John and Elsa, also on a Moody 422, whom we had last met in the Ionian five years ago. We passed on to them all the spares for our old engine.  They have a very good deal, working as flotilla leaders for a local charter company they get all their marina fees paid and their diesel and all the work that needs to be done on the boat is paid for too. They seem to enjoy leading flotillas around the same routes week in and week out.

New rich Turks dodge tax by registering their boats in Delaware. But a lot of them cannot spell their port of registry.

One motor boat was registered closer to home (sorry lost the Lea!)

On Thursday morning we walked around Fethiye and went up to the rock tombs in the cliffs above the town.

with a good view over Fethiye.

On the path we disturbed a tortoise.

On the way down we passed the Lycian cemetery, tombs being all that remain of the ancient city.

One corpse made its mark by parking in the middle of the road.

We went on to the wonderful fruit and fish markets to stock up. 

John and Elsa came to look round our boat to get ideas and we looked round theirs, which gave us more envy than inspiration because John is a craftsman who has done things that we could never do.

After lunch we motored over to Pilloried Bay, to pick up a mooring. We were here exactly two years ago to the day, but then there were only a couple of boats 

Pilloried Cove May 2011

while today it is packed – with only a couple of free moorings which filled soon after we arrived.

 Simon went swimming to try to clear the toilet from outside, with a Dynarod pipe cleaner. He bashed away for ages and loads of limescale came out, but still the loo was blocked so he will have to have another go tomorrow. 
This morning, Friday 17th, we set off at 7.30 to motor back across Marmaris Bay to Bozuk Buku, a seven-hour drive.