Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Kekova Island - Day 9

Wednesday, June 6, 2012
After a long evening the night before (for some of us) we had a relaxing day.  We started with breakfast at 8:30 and then left on Hasan's boat to see some sunken ruins and then visited 3 protected coves for opportunities to swim in the Mediterranean.
The boat we came to enjoy so much.

Carl trying out the relaxation part. Jean on the lookout.

An earthquake put the part of the village under water. 

Our boat was equipped with some glass panels in the bottom for viewing sunken ruins.
We are looking at anaphoras and mugs with the handles still attached, common kitchen items.

Our Master boat navigator.  He put us into tight caves and then back us out again. Amazing.

At our first swimming cove there were very few other boats initially, but then we were invaded by kayakers who had come from Ucagiz.  There were great places to swim around some ruins.  The water was pleasant and we definitely enjoyed the buoyancy of the water.

Jean is standing on the wall of a house.

Mehmet, lovely weather.

Floating, is that the ice cream boat to the left approaching?

Such gorgeous water color.

The kayakers sailed past us and onto the shore.

We were also visited by the local merchant on her boat to sell jewelry and cloth scarves.  She found some willing buyers on the boat.  She initially hitched her boat to ours while we were docked.  But when we started to leave and picked up speed with her in tow she decided to climb aboard our boat to do her business.  She caught a tow for maybe 10-15 minutes until business was concluded.  She hopped on her boat and then sped away.
She was very nimble.

The scarf lades boat in tow.

Leslie checking the workmanship.

We then encountered a cave as we were boating to our second swimming cove.  Hasan II drove us as close as possible and Belinda was able to touch the wall from her perch in the front of the boat.
Yes, we were inside of this cave.

We could see no pirate treasure.

Amazing boat driver, Hassan II.

We then anchored in a beautiful little cove for swim and relaxation.  While we were swimming, Hasan II fired up the grill and before we knew it table for 9 was set with a large meal including grilled whole fish.  We were amazed the number of courses that were prepared from the small galley of the boat.
Secure the boat.
Lunch preparation begins.
Oh my gosh, I can just lay here and float.

These men know how to set a table.

Hassan I and Hassan II

Lunch time.



After lunch we continued to cruise around the rest of the island and encountered another limestone cave.  Paul touched the cave roof from his second story perch.
It doesn't look like we would fit.

Paul walked over and touched the piece jutting out. 

We then entered a very large cove and anchored.  The cove was obviously a very popular place as there were a continuous stream of large boats with tourists coming and going.  Water skiing, parasailing and wind surfing sports were being offered by the various local vendors from their private crafts.  The ice cream boat made his rounds.  Belinda bought a magnum for me and a couple of items for the Hasans. 


Belinda even swam out into the sea to bring me the ice cream........ what a wife.  
The Hasan's even made tea and offered different types of cookies and cakes at this stop.


We then headed back to our hotel.  The wind was fierce and the sea was very choppy.  Carl's hat was blown off his head into the water.  Hasan II swung into action to back up the boat and fish the hat out with his foot.  He really is a skilled boatman.

Once we got back to the hotel, we quickly changed our clothes to climb the top of the hill of the village to see the old castle.
And what a climb it was.

A room with a cistern.

Breath taking.


Steps and walls still stand.

A small theater.
A view through a window of the castle.

Mehmet hold a pod on a carob tree. We were served carob molasses at breakfast.
A very hard wind at the top.
Tom being king of the hill.

Tom and Carl survey the kingdom.

Margaret looks to the sea.

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