The Blue Cruiseor Misadaventures in the Mediterranean) |
It seemed that the weather pattern of morning sunshine followed by afternoon build-up of thunderheads finally peaked and as we headed down From Eğirdir to Fethiye, via Isparta – the rose oil capital of Turkey - we passed through periods of torrential rain. However, by the time we reached the Fethiye Marina just after 7pm, the rain had well passed. |
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Fethiye to Kekova
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Yachts moored in St Nicholas Bay |
Morning cloud drifting about the coastal ranges |
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A couple of phone calls, a few terse words, blame passed from one to another, nothing really to be done and we set sail eastwards. A sense of resignation set in along with that great coping mechanism, rationalisation – our fellow travellers, from Canada, USA, Germany and Australia, were a pleasant and jovial group, the sea and coast would be similar in either direction and by going this way we would actually follow the first part of route of the Lycian Way, even if it was by boat. We would walk the eastern end later. |
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3000 year old Lycian tomb in Ka |
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The deep ravine and beach of Butterfly Bay |
Ka Harbour |
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Panorama from Simena Castle over the harbour to Kekova Island |
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Beneath the clear blue sea |
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A beautiful spot for a bit of snorkelling |
Soft corals on the rocks |
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Fethiye to Marmaris
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Snow-capped peaks at the back of Fethiye |
A cluster of ancient cliff-side tombs |
The site of Cleopatra's Pool |
Looking down onto the Jasmin C |
Another deep blue inlet |
It was the perfect place to spend the night and get to know our new friends better. The captain even brought out a round of raki for everyone – he had learnt that he had just become a grandfather, and it was a good time to celebrate the arrival of little Melech. Despite our initial misadventures, things were looking good – as the French say “on est bien tombé”. |
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Sea urchin (to remove spines apply olive oil to soften and then squeeze firmly, ouch!! - better still - don't touch) |
Anchorage beneath the steep coastal hills |
As they say it was “just another day in paradise” – a cloudless blue sky, an early morning dip watching a squirrel cavorting on the trunk of an old olive as we floated in the clear blue water of Fethiye Harbour. Today we would continue our exploration of the superb western end of this harbour with its deeply indented shoreline, promontories, islands, channels and coves. This trip has been a very different one to the cruise to Kekova, which closely followed the Mediterranean shore – a dramatic landscape where mountains plunge into the sea. Here we were in a softer landscape, with broad reaches of water framed by the hazy blue of distant mountains, with a foreground of the pine-covered slopes of coves and nearby islands. |
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Fethiye Gulf - where the blue haze of the mountains floats above the sea |
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Typical pine-clad shoreline in the Göcek Islands |
Our day was spent cruising between beautiful anchorages, a bit of kayaking, a bit of swimming, a bit of lazing about on deck listening to the cicadas in the nearby pines, watching the passing parade of boats – wooden gulets, yachts of various sizes, large luxury launches, small fishing boats, the ice-cream boat (two magnums, please) and others. Fethiye Harbour is a busy place, but big enough to absorb all the craft and offer a sense of escape from the grind of the world beyond. |
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The Jasmin C at anchor in a sheltered cove .... |
.... a good place for a quiet swim .... |
..... or a paddle in a kayak |
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Oak moth emerging from pupa |
The Jasmin C at anchor with other yachts |
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The gulet’s powerful diesel engine cranked up at 5am and we inched out of our sheltered cove to leave Fethiye Harbour and all its charm behind and bore on across the open sea for four hours towards Marmaris. The Jasmin C pitched and rolled its way across the big swell, as we tried to sleep to the deep throb of the motors. Eventually we gave up and headed out on deck to watch the passing mountainous shoreline. At 9am, we pulled into the protected waters near the small resort of Turunç, set on a stony beach, at the base of a rugged promontory that jutted out to the west of Marmaris Harbour. |
Catamaran in Marmaris Harbour |
Breakfast over, we pushed on into the harbour, its entrance guarded by high rocky hills, to find another quiet anchorage inside. It was a strange day with high cloud dulling the brightness and a feeling of lethargy replacing that of relaxation. It took quite an effort to get up and go for a swim, despite the clarity and colour of the water. Perhaps it was just as well this was our last day of the cruise. |
The fair Nello scores a 9.5 |
Finally, we headed into Marmaris Marina to spend our last night there. After our captain reversed the 24m long 6m wide gulet into a space 7m wide without touching either neighbouring vessel, we gave him a round of applause and set off to explore this small port city. |
Dinner on board |
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Our happy crew - Mehmet, Captain Suleyman and Omar |
The port at Marmaris |
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Butterfly Valley |
A steep descent brought us to the modern resort town of Ölüdeniz, with its long deckchair dotted coarse sand beach and skies filled with parapentists that had launched from high up the slopes of Baba Dağ. |
Arriving at Butterfly Valley |
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The trendy beach at Ölüdeniz |
Parapentist floating down to Ölüdeniz |
In the heart of the gorge |
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The waterfall in Butterfly Valley |
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Oleander-lined track into the gorge |
Tranquil beach setting |
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The course sand beach at Butterfly Valley |
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