Cokertme to Seven Islands (Agean, Turkey)

  

I wake to the grey light of dawn with a gentle breeze blowing over my face. I just love waking up in nature. It’s invigorating. 

  

The bay is calm and still. Some gulets bearing tour company banners depart before the sun rises over the hills. They probably have a full schedule of swimming and snorkelling stops to fit into a few days sailing. They are beautiful boats and add so much to the atmosphere of being here.

   

The sunrise is spectacular and I take time to enjoy it while my parents read their books in the golden sunlight. 

  

Cokertme bay has a hamlet with a four or five restaurants. Each has a jetty that you can tie your yacht to for the night. The jetty is free and you can hook up to power and water. But you must eat at the restaurant that provided the jetty. We cruise past on our way out of the bay to look at the hamlet from the water. It’s gorgeous, especially from the way it is set against the striking mountains. 

  

There’s a little bit of wind blowing (maybe 10-12 knots) so we set sail. When I say “we” I mean “my parents” because they are sailors and I often manage to just get in the way. With Dad at the helm, Mum handles the ropes …

  

… And soon we are sailing across towards the southern side of Gokovac Korfesi. 

  

We sail for a while until the winds die down and we need to change direction to be heading almost directly into them. Our destination is Seven Islands. This is a series of bays tucked in behind (you guessed it) seven small islands. The approach is pretty. The islands are bare and rocky while behind them the mainland is marked with hills and mountains. It’s all greys and blues and olive greens. 

  

We drop anchor in East Creek anchorage. Double masted gulets add to the atmosphere of this quiet sheltered bay. Once again, taking lines ashore proves to be a bit of a drama and something we need to learn. It’s not something we do at home where the tides dictate the swing of a boat and where we often anchor further out from the shore. But here it is necessary due to the lack of tide and the deep water that requires close quarters anchoring. I’m sure by the time we leave the boat we will have worked it out. 

  

The water is so clear. In this photo the water depth closest to camera is about 8m (24′). 

    

 

After a swim, Mum and I get in the dingy to cross the bay and climb a hill to survey the area from above. We motor across then scramble up a rocky spur that is covered in low prickly shrubs. The views are amazing. We can look over our bay, the North Cove anchorage on the other side of the ridge we are on and out to the seven islands. It feels good to be walking on land and stretching my legs. 

  

The descent is more difficult than the ascent due to the slippery ground and our more vigorous attempts to avoid the prickly shrubs. If you are here, do not grab the shrubs because they are sharp and release splinters. But we get down safely. Mum decided she wants to swim back to the boat. It’s only about 400m (1/4 mile) so she swims while I row the dingy (the engine is fine but I need some exercise too). It’s a fun adventure. 

  

Dingy returned to the boat I jump in to swim too. The water is so salty that you can float quite easily and it’s easier to swim breast stroke than freestyle (front crawl). 

We’re not long out of the water when a storm blows over, bringing rain and lightning. It also brings a cool change so we retire inside for dinner and some reading. The cushions on the bench outside are wet so I sleep in my cabin under the cockpit. All the sunshine and wind and salt water has made me tired. 

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