Season's Greetings!

Here's wishing you a very merry Christmas with fair winds and calm seas in 2013, wherever you go. This year we're spending Christmas with the family in Devon and fly back to Turkey on 30th December in time to see the New Year in at Finike marina. It'll be good to get a break from the floods in UK.

Autumn - a time of change

Instead of settling down in Finike for the winter, we are preparing to pack up the boat and leave Turkey for Devon. We’ve just back from our last swim when we fed limpets to an octopus that’s taken up residence in a rock crevice on the seaward side of the harbour wall. He extends a sinuous tentacle and delicately scoops up the limpet before whipping it back into his lair. Yesterday we spotted an extraordinary sea slug that must have been designed by Zandra Rhodes. It had a white frilled skirt with yellow polka dots and purple tassels.

It’s a wrench to leave.  We’ll miss the camaraderie of the other cruisers in Finike, the sunshine and the new season’s oranges, but we’re returning home to spend some time with Cathy’s parents who are getting increasingly frail.

We’ve rented a tiny holiday cottage on Dartmoor until the end of the year. If any of you are passing through, do get in touch. We’d love to see you.

Since we’ll be in the UK, we’re signing off the blog until next spring when we hope you’ll join us again.

Byeeeeee!

Post visitor stress disorder

Just the two of us again
We’re definitely suffering a serious case of PVSD from three sets of visitors in quick succession. We love having visitors onboard and we’re sorry to see them go, but we heave a big sigh of relief to have the boat to ourselves again.

Symptoms
  • High blood pressure
  • Short temper, especially with one’s partner
Remedy
  • Large shot of Gordon’s
  • Lots of TLC
Oh, and just when we thought we were getting over it, our good friend Jane and three of her yoga group who are staying in Adrasan came over to have lunch onboard. Actually it was just what the doctor ordered – enjoying the company of friends without actually having to take the boat out for a sail! 

The art of having guests – a tale of pirates and gales

First it was Loreen and Allan, who came out for a three day flying visit to see if they liked Turkey enough to bring their own boat down here.  As if there’s any debate on the issue!  If they manage to get their act together, we may see them and their Cheoy Lee ketch next season.

Next to come were Marion and Brian, our friends from Bovey. As experienced guests onboard they’re always welcome, although we tend not to share their enthusiasm for packing in a lot of sightseeing.  We made a round trip to Kas taking in Kekova and the Greek island of Kastellorizo on the way.
Kastellorizo harbour














The Greek and Turkish authorities appear to cast a blind eye to yachts going to Kastellorizo. We just hoisted a Greek courtesy flag and no-one challenged us for our papers.

Brian and Marion are always jinxed by a lack of wind – we had flat calm all week apart from one afternoon when we managed a short sail.  Marion fared very well getting on and off the boat despite a badly sprained ankle which forced her to use crutches ashore.

Then we had a manic two nights when our next visitors, Cathy’s sister Fiona and her cousin Meg arrived while Marion and Brian were still onboard.  Everyone was very good-natured about the crush and we squeezed them all in somehow.

Tight-pack guests in Finike












 

The wind returned immediately Marion and Brian left. A spectacular light show at anchorage in Gokkaya followed by 35 knot gusts kept Leighton on anchor watch most of the first night.
Quiet night on anchor?

Calm next morning

Meg fishing; Fiona on helm
A gentle downwind breeze - that'll do nicely


















Three more days of brisk breeze kept us in the sheltered waters of Kekova, where the girls could relax, snorkel and soak up the sun. 
At anchor at Polemos Buku


Post prandial zizz
Serious game of Rummikub




Good snorkelling over the underwater ruins at Aperlae

Taking a breather below a Lycian sarcophagus






























Sadly someone got into the boat through an open hatch while we were eating out in Ucagiz one evening.  Some cash and small items of jewellery were taken, luckily nothing else. The theft came as a shock as till now we’ve found Turks to be unfailingly honest. Or perhaps we shouldn't assume the culprit was Turkish? It’s the first time it’s happened in six years afloat. We refused to let it spoil the holiday, and to put the incident behind us we climbed to the top of Simena castle for a fantastic view of Kekova roads the next day.

Gulets anchored below Simena castle

















A stiff easterly breeze made the journey back to Finike slow and uncomfortable. Going to windward well heeled over is not our idea of fun. But at least the sunshine held out. The day the family left the weather broke.
Dinner at Hassan's, Ucagiz


A herd of goats joins us in Yasemin bay
Come again next year - we loved having you!

Along the Silk Road to Mesopotamia


The cradle of civilisation?














We’re in Mesopotamia standing on a man-made tumulus above the new motorway that runs from Iran to Bulgaria. There are panoramic views in every direction, even down to war-torn Syria. At our feet is a huge pit where archaeologists have unearthed several complete stone circles made up of five metre high T-shaped megaliths, finely carved with humans and animals - recognisably foxes, ibis, boar. We’re quite literally standing at the cradle of civilisation and the site is rewriting the history books.


This is Gebekli Tepe (literally Bellybutton Hill!), a Stone Age site that’s 5,000 years older than Stonehenge which is challenging our thinking about the crucial period when Neolithic man changed from hunter-gatherer to settled farmer.  It pre-dates the time when plants and animals were domesticated, and hunter-gatherers weren’t supposed to stay in one place long enough to build anything. But here’s the evidence that they did, and they obviously did it with considerable artistic skill. The site is only just beginning to give up its secrets. Watch this space.

Our trip began last Tuesday with a long drive to Selime in the Ilhara valley with Alison Hooper, a friend from Finike and her satnav system which insisted on giving us the wrong directions.  We nicknamed it Nemesis after it took us across country through villages last visited by Alexander the Great.  Kedir, a 12 year old boy from Piri Pension proved a more reliable guide the next morning. He showed us around the cave cathedral and cliffs where they filmed Star Wars on location.

Giving Alison a helping hand
Idyllic walk along the Ilhara Valley































Stashing our impulse buys – a kilim for Alison and a colourful ji-jim for us - in the boot of the car, we arrived in Goreme, Cappadocia to join a little band of travellers for the three day 1,000 mile round trip along the silk road to Mesopotamia. Among them - Rosa, a young teacher from Brisbane, and Haruka on sabbatical from Hokkaido.
The ji-jim we bought














We’d sent a text to our Finike friends Graham and Gay. Meet you at sunrise on Friday 14th on the summit of Mt Nemrut.  After a 3am start and a twenty minute scramble up a rocky path in the half light to reach the 2150 metre high summit, we heard a shouted greeting and there they were!
Cathy with Graham and Gay
On the summit waiting for the sunrise


The dawn light strikes the statues
Each head is a couple of metres high






















































Mount Nemrut is the highest mountain in northern Mesopotamia, and it’s topped with a gigantic tumulus flanked by stone terraces facing east and west – a funerary sanctuary constructed in 1st century BC by megalomaniac King Antiochus I of the short-lived Commagene empire. It was an unforgettable experience to watch the rays of the rising sun catch the colossal stone heads of the king and the gods that earthquakes have now toppled from their torsos. Archaeologists have located the tomb of the king lying deep beneath the tumulus, but no-one’s reached it yet. Another Tutenkamoun-style discovery still to come?


The view from Mt Nemrut
Leighton watches his step on the way down






























While we’re gazing across the river Euphrates at the Ataturk dam later the same day, we reflect that modern day Turkey is not afraid to build on a colossal scale either. The Ataturk dam, the fourth largest in the world, is over a mile long.
Ataturk Dam















‘What about the people downstream?’ we ask. It turns out Syria and Iraq were quite upset to go without water for the five years it took to fill the valleys behind the dam. Apparently Turkey massed troops on the border to defend their right to the water, except Saddam decided to invade Kuwait instead. The rest is history.

It’s boom time in Mesopotamia. The Ataturk dam is the centrepiece of the US$32bn GAP development project that has brought prosperity to the Kurds who live in this once impoverished region by giving them cheap energy and water. That way Ankara keeps the Kurds compliant and spikes the guns of the separatist movement. 

We drive past bright green fields of cotton and tobacco; ripening sunflowers; trees laden with clusters of red pistachio nuts. Where once the peasants scratched a living from the land, now there are two harvests a year. Mesopotamia man has traded in his mule for a European car and he’s moved into one of the many government subsidised apartment blocks springing up in Urfa and Gaziantep.

Roman Celendere bridge
Alison covers up Hercules who's shaking hands with Mithras

Halil Rahman mosque, Urfa
Alison makes a wish when feeding Abraham's carp



Mosque over the cave of Abraham in Urfa
Local colour in Urfa's bazaar
In Urfa's copper street





























The only downside of the trip is the long time we spend on the road, despite frequent stops to sample orchid root ice-cream, pistachio baklava, honeycomb with clotted cream – aargh, we’re piling on the pounds.

The early travellers along the Silk Road had it much easier. They would stop at caravanserais placed a day’s journey (40km) apart and then rest up for a day before going on. Like the old caravanserais, every rest stop today still has a mescit (little mosque) where travellers can pray. Although prayer doesn’t seem so effective in reducing the death toll on the roads.
Negotiating a rough mountain track














We’ve come across two fatal crashes on our trip. At the first, the dust was still billowing around an overturned truck whose driver’s cab was completely crushed under the wheels of another truck piled high with cotton bales.  The second crash at the pass over the Taurus mountains blocked the carriageway in both directions, forcing all the traffic on a three mile detour up a narrow mountain road. No surprise to learn the driving test was only introduced in the last ten years.
A silk road caravansarai















Gaziantep has one of the most modern museums we've ever seen. The Archeological Museum houses a breathtaking collection of Roman mosaics rescued from Zeugma, a site now under water because of the Ataturk dam.


Cathy plays with one of the state of the art touch-screen displays
















We’ve just enjoyed two nights of pure indulgence back in Cappadocia, staying with Alison’s NZ friends, Will and Viv, who run a luxury B&B in Urgup. Their cave bedrooms are stylishly decorated, cool and comfortable. We’d recommend anyone wanting to visit Cappadocia to stay there. www.vivshousecappadoccia.com. Now it’s the nine hour drive back to Finike to ready the boat for company coming next weekend.
Our luxury bedroom

One of the terraces at Viv's
Leighton takes a break on our early morning walk in Urgup