For some reason we all slept late today. Surprising seeing that we are close to a small village. The “early” shift walked over to the restaurant for a kick start with Turkish coffee. Not everyone’s taste, but it reminds me of Transkei “moer-koffee” when I was a kid. Small cup, sludge at the bottom and a glass of water to wash the grounds out of your mouth. Waiter Carlos had taken a shine to Yana, so produced a spectacular triple decker fruit cocktail for her.

Cheery goodbyes until next time, and we crossed the bay to a cove with spectacularly clear water, ice blue yet warm ~22C. And an unpronounceable name Oglanboguldu. As you would expect, everyone was in the water.

We waited ’til later for the wind to pick up, which it did so we had a good sail northwards to a protected bay with a narrow entrance, Serce Limani.

This time we did not all fall into the water, since there was still a fair breeze. Instead most of us took the dingy ashore and walked to the restaurant at the head of the bay. Same owner as in years past, still full of s**t and looking for a wife. Nevertheless, we had some entertainment and sundowners and a lot of nuts before returning to the boat for our last supper on board (sniff).