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A song kept popping into my head as we headed north from Bodrum. The coast is dotted with thousands of white cubes tumbling down the hillsides. At least the holiday developments are all low rise though. The day we were ashore in Bodrum, the wind blew from the south for most of the day which would have been great for crossing the Gokova Gulf if only it had been forecast! After two nights of the Gumbet boom-boom it was time to move on. Light westerlies were forecast which should make the rounding of Cape Petera non too troublesome. The wind did pick up for a while on our way there but by the time we rounded it was light again. We had more trouble from the wakes of the huge powerboats that regularly whizzed close by. A handful of yachts and even less foreign flagged cruisers. Where is everyone? We looked into Gumersluk on our way past, but it was pretty full so we continued onto Yalikava where there were even more mega boats. Kids from a sailing club used us as a sailing mark, it looked good fun with a nice breeze powering their dinghys along. After a few noise disturbed nights and some early starts, we were hoping for a peaceful night. It started off well. Their speaker system must have been set to 11 it was that loud! I hope the holiday homes all around have good double glazing and air-con. On again the next day, passing coves full of mostly powerboats. Even the gulets were outnumbered by them. We passed between the fish farms that lie off Salih Adesi and around to the eastern side where the pilot book says there is a cove good for anchoring. When we got there we found a line of buoys running from the villa across to the other side with a gap for small boats to pass through. Signs on the beach said you could not venture off the beach, private property. We could have dropped the hook outside the buoys but along with a nausea inducing pong of dead fish, the place had a very unwelcoming feel to it. Instead we went into Kuyucak Limani and anchored in good holding mud. We were the only visiting boat. We spent the afternoon fixing the watermaker which had failed to power on that morning. It turned out to be just the on-off switch on the unit, which was good. We continued on again the next day, just a 10nm trip to Kiyikislacik. After weaving between the moored tankers out in the bay we came through the narrow entrance to Asin Limani to find an empty bay and just one visiting boat on the quay with what looked like a space next to it. But also lots of empty anchoring space to choose from. We watched the quay boats bouncing around as the wind blew straight into the bay from the non-prevailing direction and was glad to be out at anchor. The ruins of Iasos are surprisingly vast; the curved, tiered seating of the bouleterion and the columned agora are impressive. Further into the site a theatre is succumbing to nature and we had to go a little off-road to work out how to get in to the mosaic house. The ruins are free to visit and we wandered around a different section most days; sometimes following the dirt track, other times wandering off when a section of wall caught our interest. Broken pottery and tiles scattered all around. Some ancient reuse and recycle is evident in the castle walls. The walls of the theatre. The marble of the interior was taken to build the quays of Istanbul. We really liked Kiyikislacik, a welcome balm against the holiday commercialism of the last few days. Fishing boats came and went from the quay with nets piled up ashore, cabins set back sold the wares. A couple of well priced bars and restaurants provided a place for locals to chat and play their dice and card games. We watched sheep being led down for a bath along the shore of the ruins and cows have now taken up residency amongst the ancient stones — watch out for the cow pats! There were quite a few dogs around the village, all very friendly. These two took us for a walk one day, walking ahead then checking we were still following. Friday was market day where we restocked on fresh fruit and veg. We were waved over to a cheese stand and inundated with lots of lovely cheeses to taste. There are a couple of mini-markets in the village as well as a bakery. The only negative for us was the noise. The bay lies directly under the flight path for Bodrum airport, the prevailing winds meaning we had jets taking off over our heads. On one day we saw some kind of ceremony and celebration taking place in the market area. Later on that day we saw a boy dressed up like a sultan and being driven around the town whilst he waved a flag. How nice, we thought, a chance to see some local customs. Not nice we thought a few hours later as their party music boomed out into the early hours. Around the corner from Asin Limani is a cove called Paradise Bay. It has a pretty aspect, sat amongst pine trees and the fish farm shown on the charts is no longer there. Sadly there are still plenty of fish farms around, and the methods of farming have turned the water a murky green colour. We were invited to join some new friends ashore for a BBQ on the pebble beach. A beach clean had been done that day and at least 10 bags of rubbish were waiting to be collected. Unfortunately there was still plenty more trapped under the bushes behind the beach. If only it liked to eat wasps as there were plenty of them around until their curfew time just after sunset when they thankfully all buzzed off. It was a lovely way to say farewell to Turkey and Colin got to play his guitar ashore, meaning he has now played the same guitar in 4 continents — Antarctica, South America, Europe and Asia. Kitty hides in the bushes waiting for some tit-bits. Next was a staging stop to place us closer to Didim ready for check out. We left Paradise Bay in flat calm seas, barely even a swell disturbed the surface. After an hour we noticed a line on the water ahead of us and a few white horses. The wind was howling out of Akbuk Limani, blowing a F6 and gusting F7. Where did that come from? We had planned to anchor on the west side of Kuruerki but made for the little inlet of Talianaki instead where we found good holding in sand in 3m. Along the shore people were swimming and picnicing. We found a couple of mini markets with bread in the vicinity and our cheapest bar beer yet — only 9TL! Of course we had to partake as they would be our farewell to Turkey beers. Well, except the the ones we had later when we went back for an exceptionally well priced farewell dinner. Anchored in the very sheltered bay at Talianaki. We did some pondering on how to spend the rest of the summer during our days in Asin Limani. Our view began to turn west; perhaps we should take the opportunity to see some of the Greek Islands along this coast instead. With Didim providing a well placed check-out point and a possible window of light weather coming up, we took the decision to cut our Turkey time short by a couple of weeks and say farewell. Wind blew straight up the entrance channel. Very little noise from the hotel ashore. Rather than the expected prevailing winds from the north and north west, we experienced winds blowing into the bay for most of the time we were there. Wind blew from N, out of the bay. You should have made a ships cat out of kitty to keep those rats away. Oh yes, sooooo many tractors! We tried to persuade Colin to adopt the kitty but he was having none of it! Little boxes tumbling down the hillside. The noisy mosque. An abandoned house. Ruins can be found all over the site. The former council meeting house. We play at being statues again. Lots of columns. Mosaic floor and painted walls. A castle was built later on top of the hill. There are lots of tractors around. A boy being paraded around the village. Looking out across the bay. View from the top. The ancient city of Iasos. Colin plays on his 4th continent. Nice to have met some new friends. A pirate ship arrives. Our last beers in Turkey. Share this: Click to share on Facebook Opens in new window Click to share on Twitter Opens in new window Click to email a link to a friend Opens in new window Click to share on Pinterest Opens in new window. Like this: Like Loading Loading Comments Email Required Name Required Website.

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