Kas - 2nd October
"Yet another thing to fix," groans Leighton. The list gets longer by the day. Unless we keep below 1,000 revs (which gives us 4 knots of speed) the engine has started to overheat. Apart from the heat exchanger cap problem that now has a temporary fix, the thermostat is sticking. A firm tap on it brings the temperature down a little. Once we're in Kas we'll sort it all out as Edd is bringing some spares with him, but first we've got to get there.
Our stay in Kapi Creek turned out to be unusually sociable. Soon after Colin and Bronwen left to explore more of Skopea Limani, we were hailed from the dock by some old friends who we last saw three years ago. Wilma and Francis were our neighbours back in Ayamonte, Spain. They happened to be passing the entrance to Kapi Creek and seeing it was busy decided not to stop until they noticed Makarma. We celebrated the extraordinary odds that our paths would cross by spending the evening reminiscing and sharing our adventures.
We timed our departure for some wind in the forecast but to our frustration there was almost no wind at all. We managed only three miles of slow sailing to Karacoroen and another six miles the next day along Patara beach on the way to Kalkan. We crawled the rest of the way under the poor old donk, eyes glued to the temperature guage.
We anchored in Yesilkoy Limani just west of Kalkan for one night. It was a peaceful place until six gulets came and parked close by.
Once the partying had died down around midnight, the wind got up until 4am. Between 5am and 6am the gulets left one by one. We felt distinctly bleary-eyed when we left in the morning for the last stretch to Kas - motoring of course.
"Yet another thing to fix," groans Leighton. The list gets longer by the day. Unless we keep below 1,000 revs (which gives us 4 knots of speed) the engine has started to overheat. Apart from the heat exchanger cap problem that now has a temporary fix, the thermostat is sticking. A firm tap on it brings the temperature down a little. Once we're in Kas we'll sort it all out as Edd is bringing some spares with him, but first we've got to get there.
Our stay in Kapi Creek turned out to be unusually sociable. Soon after Colin and Bronwen left to explore more of Skopea Limani, we were hailed from the dock by some old friends who we last saw three years ago. Wilma and Francis were our neighbours back in Ayamonte, Spain. They happened to be passing the entrance to Kapi Creek and seeing it was busy decided not to stop until they noticed Makarma. We celebrated the extraordinary odds that our paths would cross by spending the evening reminiscing and sharing our adventures.
We timed our departure for some wind in the forecast but to our frustration there was almost no wind at all. We managed only three miles of slow sailing to Karacoroen and another six miles the next day along Patara beach on the way to Kalkan. We crawled the rest of the way under the poor old donk, eyes glued to the temperature guage.
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| We sailed past Patara, the site of a Lycian city & birthplace of Santa Claus |
We anchored in Yesilkoy Limani just west of Kalkan for one night. It was a peaceful place until six gulets came and parked close by.
Once the partying had died down around midnight, the wind got up until 4am. Between 5am and 6am the gulets left one by one. We felt distinctly bleary-eyed when we left in the morning for the last stretch to Kas - motoring of course.
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