The gulet [goo-let, as in “let [me go]” not “Robert”], ubiquitous charter cruiser of the eastern Mediterranean, probably descended from coastal traders of a century or two ago to manifest itself as a graceful present-day craft of many iterations…

Broad of beam and somewhat sluggish under sail [given the vagaries of the winds and exigencies of charter schedules we almost never saw any under sail, ourselves included] it is a comfortable and commodious vehicle for cruising and pleasuring.  We were rarely anchored without a number around us, which surprised me a bit, this being, allegedly, the Wild and Scenic coast…but also a convoluted coast most popular.

Kayan 11, our home for the week, was an excellent example of the genre;

The width on deck allowed plenty of room for lounging, as well as a huge dining table amidships and comfortable relaxation under the awning in the stern in all seasons, most particularly while underway…

…ample cabins [every one with a private head and  shower] and stable at anchor Kayan 11 presented an ideal platform for lavish eating [the table set for seventeen offered often hilarious meals three times a day], swimming or just experiencing the not entirely unpopulated sea.  At every stop the procedure would be to back us close in to the rocky and reliably precipitous shore, paying out the anchor until we were nicely tied off with two lines astern to boulders, then take up the slack. At every anchorage the depths close in were outstanding for diving into the warmish pellucid water, even for one unaccustomed to such delights.

Midway through the week we did manage a few magical moments under sail after leaving the aforementioned inflatable-couch-surfing ninnies on our return up the channel, Kekova now to port, to put in at the little harbor of Ucagiz for our next walking adventure…

Anyway, enough about the conveyance…for now; onwards, landwards- more sarcophagi!

Soon

M