The first day back on the water was a little rough. It always takes a couple of time to get your sea legs back. Even though we had been living on the boat, there is a very different movement when you are out on the water.
Dad’s choice of snack food while we are under way is hardboiled eggs. He boils about a dozen and snacks on those the whole trip. This one had cracked a bit so was a little deformed and the yolks in these super large eggs are bright orange which takes some getting used to.
The forecast called for favorable winds, but what we got was a bit more and of course… on our nose. Ron, from Gemini in Kemer called the Mediterranean the Motor-ranean Sea. It is an appropriate title. We ended up motoring the entire day and was able to sail a very little bit as the sun was going down. We had estimated a 6 hour day going 5 knots… but didn’t get 5 knots until the last hour and a half of the trip so it ended up being more like a 10 hour day.
We had gotten up early to get the boat ready to leave and the soothing rock of the waves put me right to sleep. The Dramamine I took to ward off sea sickness didn’t help either. Dad likes to call this one "Katie's watch".
Because the wind was blowing on average 20 knots on our nose there was some swell and that was what took getting used to. Managing to get the fenders in while the boat was rocking and rolling or even the cat of getting the sails up proved to be more of a challenge. It got even harder as the wind picked up and the sun went down. There are no street lights on the water so getting the sail down by brail essentially was a crash course reminder of how it should be done.
By the time we saw the lights for Fininkie I was ready to stop for the night. I was still super tired from the Dramamine, cold because the sun was gone, and starting to get a bit queasy. What wasn’t superb was that we were going to do the first docking of the season at night. I have to give mad props to the Turks. We have only been to two marinas, but in both instances they made night docking almost look easy. We were put at the very end of a pontoon and the guy was ready in the dingy with the lead line. He simply handed it to me to put on and then rode back to help Dad with the stern lines. I tugged and proceeded to get covered in mud from where the line had been living which was a bit gross, but it could’ve been a lot worse.
We asked an English speaking man at the bathroom where a good place to eat was and he pointed up the road saying it was a really good value. So we figured out how to leave the marina and went to Anfora Balik Restaurant. I got chicken schnitzel and Dad went for the Turkish meat balls. The food was great and we were surrounded by locals dining there also so we knew it had to be good. We later found out that this was also a restaurant listed in Fodor’s book and we totally agreed with the write up given.
This is the restaurant during the day. All of the buildings seem to be cut out of the rock which is pretty cool.
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