Up with the fishing boats in a windless cove. Pretty warm sleeping when the wind goes dormant. Engines it is, off the hook and underway Christine at the helm I crashed back out for a few hours. When I woke up we had already covered the previous days track.
Rounded the corner and flew the jib as long as we were right next to the shore.
Since we were making such good time we passed up our intended destination and went ashore in Turuck Bozu another cove outside of marmaris.
Dropped the hook and went swimming to cool off. Shifty winds but lots of swing room. Even when the gullet swung around.
Went a shore and that’s where the fun began. Exploring the town and checking out the tourist knickknacks. Time fer a beer after all that activity and Christine still keep looking for bargains.
On the must have list was some Turkish dance music and we were just passing a cd store with a bar next door, how convenient. There was a girl out in front of the bar (in a bikini and cover up) and there were so many choices in the cd shop how to pick a good one. Wayne and I suggested Christine ask her if the cd was a good choice since she was busting a move on the side walk. Then the hard sale from the bar announcer that we should have a beer there. Christine said sure while she was going to check out the other shops.
The girl out front was in a bikini with a mesh cover up. Easily mistaken for a pole dancer. So after the hard selling doorman convinced us to patronize his establishment asked if it was okay that they join us. At least the doorman spoke some English but even with that we knew something was up. Of course we rolled with it and tried to exchange names. Long story short they were trying to get me to say something in Turkish that would lead upstairs or something. Lots of laughter as I wasn’t playing along. And then another older gentleman came by and we were all introduced and the girl left with him. Very strange vibe for bar on the street corner or brothel – whatever you want to call it.
Christine returned form shopping and I had a short conversation with some English ladies that were vacationing on one of the gullets that was parked outside. And we headed back to the boat with the marmaris marina as the destination.
The plan was to make it that much easier to clean it up on Sunday. We called the marina on the VHF and asked the “marineros” for help coming in. As soon as they came up to us the said the marina was full. So a change in plans we’d anchor out in a cove by the marina. No big deal still a short ride in the morning.
Dropped the hook relaxed a bit nice breeze blowing. Needed to get some distilled water for the watermaker. Christine and I took the dingy into the store.
Wayne put away a few things and thought about dropping the jib while we were gone. Good thing he waited it took all of us to keep it from blowing over the side and then to flake it onto the sail bag.
Wayne and I put a REALLY big dent in the case of beer we had left (finished off a case and got “rat faced” as our British friends say. Christine was somehow putting up with us. We decided to clean up and head over to the marina for a bite to eat. Wayne showered off the back giving a fine show to the guests on the gullet that had anchored on our port-side. It was dusk but there were lots of hollering coming from the gullet with comments like “turn around shy boy” etc. Too much fun.
Loaded up the dingy and headed to grab a bite to eat. As we were walking across the marina I mentioned to Christine, “I shouldn’t be in public”. Then we all shared some dinner and the waiters even said we’d had been drinking the Efes.
Christine is convinced that something was slipped into our drinks at that brothel bar earlier. We made it back to the boat and hung out on the trampolines under the stars before retiring for the eve.
