We find ourselves in the most beautiful little bay on the SW corner of Khia. It's a horseshoe shape with cliffs at the entrance giving it the feeling of an amphitheatre. We are moored where the stage would be. Queue Mr Gascoigne and his penny whistle.
Sitting under the stars at the edge of the beach we had a fabulous meal of all the local fresh stuff. Now back on the boat over Balvenie nightcaps we are treated to Mack the Knife which echos back from the cliffs and drifts up into the night air. Brian softens us up further with The Lonesome Boatman then he lands the killer blow to a displaced scotsman of Over the Sea to Skye and a wee tear wells up.
All the previous day's trails and tribulations are forgotten until tomorrow when we remember we are a day behind schedule after the engine developed a wheeze on Monday. We were 20 miles out of Kusadasi and motoring when it started to fade away. The nearest anchorage was 10 miles back. It had the advantage of being close enough to be able to tempt the man who had re-conditioned engine to come and meet us to sort it out. He and his entourage of four arrived and swung into action. Air lock was the conclusion and our problems were pronounced solved by a bit of hose clip tightening and a fuel system bleed.
We were left to ourselves, bobbing gently at anchor with nothing to disturb us but the lapping of the swell on the hull the open air disco 500m away on shore which 'pumped till 4'
Tuesday morning Brian and Dave (Skipper) are up at 7 for their morning dip. I close my eyes turn over and think of England. I smile inwardly when I try to imagine sleeping on deck in the British 'summer'.
Four hours later we are well past our furthest point yesterday when the wheeze returns. Doh. D&B dive into the engine bay and find the problem. A fuel pipe has been reconditioned in an unusual way. Normally new pipe and hose clips is the best solution but in this case the alternative 'slap some red paint on the old stuff' method has been used. | 