On Thursday morning we left the monks and their home baked bread (not the tastiest variety) and set sail to Datça on Turkish mainland. We anchored in the north bay and started looking for the agency that would do our legal entry papers. After some inquiries involving lots of hand gestures and guess work (not all Turks speak German), we found the right agency, as well as an internet shop along the way. The paperwork went without problems, but they didn’t have a blue card, something you definitely need when on a yacht in Turkey. Vic tried to get one at another agency, but they didn’t have them either. We were advised to try it in Bozburun. When we went back to the internet shop with passport and IPad to get our internet sorted out, the shop owner realized she had ran out of the pre-paid sim-cards.
In the late evening it got very overcast and not much later it hesitantly started to rain. But that changed... In the night we got one thunderstorm after the next, and rain pelting down. Well, at least it would get rid of the last bits of sand – or so we hoped.
The morning was still cold and miserable, and on a broad reach, with a speed of 6 knots with just the genoa up we sailed to Bozborun. In Bozborun we couldn’t get the Blue Card either, so we still can’t pump out the black tank somewhere legally. We did get internet though! Oh, and the sun has returned.
In the late evening it got very overcast and not much later it hesitantly started to rain. But that changed... In the night we got one thunderstorm after the next, and rain pelting down. Well, at least it would get rid of the last bits of sand – or so we hoped.
The morning was still cold and miserable, and on a broad reach, with a speed of 6 knots with just the genoa up we sailed to Bozborun. In Bozborun we couldn’t get the Blue Card either, so we still can’t pump out the black tank somewhere legally. We did get internet though! Oh, and the sun has returned.