Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Australia 2015

Australia Dec 15 - April 16


Christmas concert Alannah was the best raindeer
Our time at home was wonderful, fun, exciting, sad and full of cuddles.  A busy time with children, grandchildren and puppies.  I shall allow the photos to tell the story.

Alannah cooking dinner.

Alannah cooking dinner.
Alannah cooking dinner.


Alannah cooking dinner.
Alannah making bread





Charli
Our birthday girl

They make pinatas unbreakable
Our housesit friends
Our housesit friends

Don and Corey  Adelaide

Lia - so beautiful

Lia airborne


Look at me nanny

Poppy doing babysitting duties with his rum and coke





Phillippa and Lia

Another ribbon, congratulations Chloe
Amber-Lee was wet more than she was dry on this camping weekend
Poppy and Amber-Lee just chilling out


Puppies, aren't I cute !!
Puppies

Puppies, dad trying to figure out what it is
Puppies, so who is drinking more than their share !


Camping in Wombat State Forest, Vic


Sunday, November 15, 2015

Turkey - 2015

Turkey


We sailed from Kos, Greece to Bodrum, Turkey – literally just across the way – about 2 hours sailing.  We checked in at Bodrum whose marina fees left us floored, understandably we only stayed 1 night, then began exploring South.

We fell in love with Turkey from the moment we sailed into the first bay.  Whilst Greek Islands are amazing we were there during the hottest part of the year which made life uncomfortable – we rarely went exploring ashore as it was too hot – the islands we visited were made up of grey rock with little vegetation so heat radiated, to arrive in a heavily wooded bay with small alcoves dotted around just large enough for a few boats was heaven – so beautiful and it smelled like pine.  


The local “gullets” were hidden in almost every bay – a gullet is a traditional design of a two-masted or three-masted wooden sailing vessel, varying in size from 14 to 35 metres.  Gullets are mainly used in the tourist trade – you can go for a day excursion or several nights to several weeks on these beautiful boats.

Departing from one country and arriving at another is always exciting with a little apprehension thrown in – we had read about severe penalties in Turkey for discharge of black water (toilet) and grey water (shower), a boat must go to a “pumpout” station regularly.  To ensure yachties comply a “blue card” must be purchased upon arrival (fine for not having a blue card is high).  Each pump out is electronically recorded on the blue card which coast guard will expect to view from time to time.  The Coast Guard take note of the number of people aboard, the capacity of your holding tanks and decide how often you need to pump out.  The idea is excellent but unfortunately the rules and fines were put in place before the infrastructure – finding a pump out station that is situated on a dock which can be accessed is not that easy – some bays do not have any facilities at all and will happily process your blue card, take the fee for pump out and send you on your way with full holding tanks – gotta love Turkey.

The next few weeks were spent exploring the Carian coast, Gokova Gulf, Golf of Hisaronu, Sombeki Korfezi and into Marmaris where Yat Marin, our winter marina is situated.

Much to our delight our good friend, Janet, decided to visit us during her tour of the EU.  With all the bad press about Turkey, Janet decided to fly into Rhodes, Greece.  Don and I caught a fast ferry across to Rhodes and the three of us spent 1 day exploring the island before returning to the boat.  Janet did not quite understand the terminology of “our boat will be at anchor”.  We arrived back at the boat currently tied up safe and sound in Yat Marin, told Janet to enjoy her one and only shower, stocked up on fresh food and took the boat out to anchor in the bay.  Once Janet realised we really were going to anchor out in the middle of the bay her face was priceless but being a great sport she began to enjoy the dinghy rides to shore to get groceries, the shower which consisted of a swim around the boat with a quick fresh water wash off – the best was the gin & tonic at the end of the day while watching the world pass us by.

We took advantage of Janet’s visit to book a trip to Daylan.  Unfortunately (for me) the trip was via boat but being large and a calm day all was good.  We stopped inside a tiny island and transferred to a small motor boat then taken along invisible paths through the salt marshes to a beautiful inland town.

  
Further on are the mud baths – you jump into a mud pool, coat yourself with it, wait a while for it to bake on, walk to the communal outdoor showers to wash off, line up to have a fire hose ensure every last drop of mud has been removed then jump into a thermal pool – supposedly at the completion of this exercise you will look 30 years younger – it definitely works – Janet and I were drop dead gorgeous at the end of it all – Don will confirm this.  



Janet was flying out of Istanbul for the next leg of her holiday so we all jumped on a local plane and spent 2 nights in Istanbul before we parted company.  It was a quick tour of Old Town, Istanbul. Janet’s friend had visited the area a short time ago and sent us a list of what to see.  What a wonderful day –

Blue Mosque – The temple is stunning with its six minarets and enchanting Iznik tiles. There are over 22.000 pieces of blue hand-made tiles decorating the interior walls of the mosque.



Hagia Sophia & Museum – one of the biggest temples in the world for nearly 1000 years.
The dark curves of the dome meeting the bright gold of the mihrab in a space so expansive I had to marvel at the mathematics or engineering or whatever it was that kept the dome from caving in on my head.   Originally built as a Greek Orthodox Church by the Romans, the massive temple had been the biggest Christian church of the world for centuries.   Saint Sophia is one of the very few places in the world where you can experience the marvellous Byzantine mosaics along with the mysterious Islamic calligraphy.





Basilica Cistern - Underground Cistern: Sunken Palace
The enormous underground cistern was built by the Byzantine Emperor Justinian (527 – 565).  With marble columns rising from the water level it was nick named “The Sunken Palace” by the public.  The cistern is 140m in length, 70m wide and a gigantic rectangular shape.  It contains 336 columns at 9m height each.  The ceilings weight is distributed to the columns through arches.  The cistern has a  capacity of 100,000 tons of water storage.  Two Medusa heads are used as plinths and are surrounded in myths as to why they are placed there.
This underground water cistern was the major water reservoir of Constantinople. The water was transported from the Belgrade Forest by the immense Byzantine aqueducts.


Grand Bazaar – A paradise for shoppers with its 66 streets and over 4000 shops. It is the biggest covered market in the world.  We didn’t get lost but in hindsight probably stayed in one corner of the huge shopping complex, very close to our exit.

  

Hippodrome Square -   It is very much like an open-air museum with various monuments from different eras. Hippodrome was originally the stadium where Roman chariot races took place and proudly displays a 3500 year old Egyptian Obelisk.


Topkapi Sarayi Palace
Construction of the Topkapı Palace begun in the year 1460 and completed at 1478.  Palace was built on a 700,000 square meter area. Topkapı Palace, was the administrative, educational and art centre of the Empire for nearly four hundred years since Mehmed the Conqueror until Sultan Abdulmecid who is the thirty-first Sultan. Although the Palace was abandoned by the Ottoman Dynasty during middle 19th century, Topkapı Palace has preserved its importance.

After the establishment of the Republic of Turkey, Topkapı Palace, was transformed into a museum in 1924 and was also the first museum of the Republic of Turkey. Today Topkapı Palace Museum covers approximately 400,000 square metres.

We had a wonderful time with Janet on board and really appreciated her taking the time to visit us.

As with most countries in this area, we are allowed to visit for 90 days then must leave for a minimum of 90 days.  Turkey offers a “Residents Permit” which allows yachties and expats to stay in Turkey.  A requirement of the Permit is health insurance which is expensive.  We decided to go home instead so tied White Rose 1 securely in a berth in Yat Marina, Marmaris.  This marina was the most popular for many years, we were told about its extensive social life over winter and many yachties had returned each year.  Sadly the marina put their fees up which excluded normal yachties whom went further down the coast to Finike – seeing the results of their 200% price hike the marina dropped their price again.  There used to be over 250 liveaboards in the marina each winter – we found 5 and the marina only filled to 60% capacity.  Staying in Yat Marin was like living in a boatyard – noisy with the travel lifts constantly lifting and splashing boats, the enormous boat yard is mainly dirt/dust which blows over the boats tied to the docks.  Boats are squashed in very tight so your neighbours are one fender away – that equates to about 30cm between boats so no privacy, it is difficult to even wash your boat down without wetting your neighbour who no doubt has hatches open and washing on the lines.  The bonus of the marina is it was very well serviced by the local dolmus (mini bus) and a 8 km trip into town costs $1.50.

Marmaris town is vibrant, touristy and fun – during winter it closes down almost completely.  It is a popular holiday destination for the Brits – Thomas Cook flys direct from UK to Dalaman, the airport that services Marmaris – these flights stop early October and all the hotels and tourist shops close at the same time.  Another bonus with our marina is “tin plate dinner”.  The marina has a large canteen which offers cheap meals to the workers – guests in the marina are also welcome to attend.  The marina does boast a restaurant, swimming pool, bar, reading room etc. but we loved tin plate dinners.  The menu is printed a week in advance in both English and Turkish even so the meals are open to interpretation – a “roast chicken dinner” is not what we are used to.  The meals are dished up on very large tin plates with dents for various foods – soup, salad, main and the usual dessert is yogurt.  Tea is available and as much bread as you can eat – the meals were filling and plentiful and no washing up !

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Greece - Rhodes

Rhodes

October 2015





Rhodes has a beautiful and famous harbor but not that many secure and sheltered bays for anchoring (and avoiding the exorbitant marina prices). So we left our exploration of Rhodes until we had the boat safely settled in Marmaris  Bay at Yat Marina. So we travelled to Rhodes as more “run of the mill” tourists which was a treat for us – ferry transport, taxis, hotels, restaurants, rental cars etc. !

A few days were spent on the island of Rhodes – easily reached by fast boat from Marmaris, Turkey.  The buildings and old town are wonderful, full of amazing architecture, narrow streets to explore and as many tourist shops as you could want.  It was a holiday atmosphere with street cafes taking up most of the walking area.  To get away from the touristy area we hired a car and visited a small town of Lindhos.


Lindhos has narrow pebble-paved streets and white washed houses with red roofs.  A beautiful small town.  Donkeys are the main form of transport and are available to take tourists up to the bluff above town to view the ancient acropolis and the Temple of Athena, located inside the Knights Castle.  The faces on tourists sitting high and obviously uncomfortable on a trotting donkey is priceless – the donkey does this trip many times a day, knows where he is going and refuses to adhere to any instructions to slow down, turn the corner or not run over the tourists walking up to the acropolis.  We watched in amusement while walking tourists scattered when speedy donkeys rounded the corner simply intent on reaching their destination to rid themselves of hefty riders.  The procession was followed by their “handler” who yelled instructions and apologised whilst running along trying to catch up with the donkeys.


Saturday, September 12, 2015

Greece - Aegean Sea

Greece - Aegean Sea

Kithnos

31 August 2015

The trip to Kithnos  was one of the worst rides I have had - large confused swell sent the boat in all directions, winds were either nothing or gusting to 28 knots within seconds - sails were reefed whilst boat heeling over, motor turned on as winds died - 6 hrs of nightmare.  I was ill and Don had to handle the boat by himself - he was exhausted by the time we arrived but every move or decision he made was correct - we were tucked up in the anchorage before the others arrived.  "Nawaii" with Sandra's description still being a "little bumpy" arrived - the words became stronger over wine that evening - then "Nick of Time" Alan and Gloria who again had a horrible time.  The two boats left together the following day - I was still recovering and refusing to move.  A beautiful anchorage full of Aussie boats in Greece - what are the chances !  "Nick of Time" had been securely anchored all night then owners went ashore for a walk before heading off - their brand new 55 ft boat dragged anchor (they were anchored next to a wall of rocks where we originally were but we moved into the centre) and fortunately the boat went straight out toward the entrance and not with the wind as that path would have taken it to the rocks in minutes.  An American boat had his outboard on his dinghy and went to rescue Nick of Time, Alan and Gloria rushed out from shore and all was well - shows how easily it can happen.   They were anchored next to us and it took me a while to realise their boat was gone - I said to Don "they are going without saying goodbye" that was until I realised their boat was moving sideways out to sea.  Most of us know what it feels like.  We had friends who had been anchored near mangroves for 2 weeks then dragged.  

We island hopped making our way south/east to Turkey.  Another meltemi was heading our way so we did our research, came up with an almost landlocked bay, the first in the island group of "Dodecanese" named Astipalia (6 September 2015).  10 houses along a 2 klm stretch and other than that there were goats - each one had a bell around its neck - very typical of all the islands in Greece - but this is a large herd and they sound like very loud wind chimes all day and night - it drove Don mad.

Cyclades

2 September 2015

It didn’t take us long to realise that all movement in Greek waters depends on the weather – the meltimi, sicorro and maistro.  These are the names given for mild to very strong wind, often not forecast. 


The winds around the Cyclades are often gentle to no wind - southwest/south/southeast but when the "meltemi" blows it is from the North, can last 3 days to 2 weeks and blows hard.  The meltimi is a very strong wind as a consequence of low-pressure over Pakistan and high pressure over Azores.  The sirocco blows extremely strong (gale force) from the South usually without warning in spring and autumn so we have to keep an eye on the weather.  Unfortunately the forecasts often contradict each other and are wrong so it is a guessing game - do we choose the anchorage on the south side, north side or west - where is the wind coming from, will it be strong or nothing at all.  We stayed in our enclosed bay for a few days.  It was wonderful to be able to do some chores and not have to worry about wind, waves and swell.


Kos

11 September 2015

Kos was our last port of call in Greece. 

Our first night was at anchor in front of the area where the refugees tents are placed - in the early morning I watched two girls, about 6 and 8 years of age playing amongst the rubbish thrown onto the water’s edge by the refugees - the water’s edge is also their toilet and washing facility.  The girls seemed happy making the best of the situation as children do - I watched the mother come out from a tent, strip the youngest, splash her down with sea water, dry her off with her old clothing and put clean clothes back on - very humbling.  That afternoon Don and I collected a large bag of clothes also my stash of "presents for children" and put some packs together with writing pads, pens, crayons, games, glue, scissors, magazines to cut our pictures from - just little things that were not too heavy for them to carry and would stir the imaginations of the children - we walked for a while to find the mother and her girls.  The eldest girl spoke excellent English and was such a bright spark, they all thanked us time and time again - I would have loved to visit and play with them but sadly we left early the next morning.  I wonder what happens to the families once they are processed - how do they get from Kos to the mainland then to another country. I watched as one small boat arrived – it contained mainly young men.  The greeting was amazing – yells of delight, hugs and welcoming handshakes.  Sadly life jackets were thrown into the sea – the shoreline is littered with lifejackets.  Thankfully we have not come across a refugee boat while sailing – the question of what to do would be a difficult one – we have been told to keep clear and not approach unless the boat is in danger of sinking.

My heart breaks for the genuine refugees and I get mad when I read accounts from tourists stating how their holiday was spoilt by having to look at dirty 2 year olds in the street, and eating in a restaurant with refugees peering in.  From what we saw the area was reasonably clean with many rubbish bins and toilet facilities lined up along the streets.  The dock master told a different story – Kos relies on the tourist trade to survive – he said his home island is dying because tourists are going to other islands now, avoiding the refugee problem.  The streets are lined with tents and bored refugees waiting for processing.  It is a very difficult situation for all.


The trip from Kos, Greece to Bodrum, Turkey was all of 1.5hr motor - 20 mins in a ferry !!!      

Monday, August 31, 2015

Greece - Peloponese

Greece - Peloponese

Olympia – Katakolon

8 August 2015

On our way down the coast we called into a small fishing harbor  Katakolon –  the closest port to Ancient Olympia.

The town harbour was set up for the local fishing boats with yachts paying a fee to tie up for the night which I presume helped with the running of the harbour.  As I have said it was extremely hot in Greece and the town harbour seemed to be lacking a rubbish collection system – a tiny boat yard with a few old wooden boats sat metres away from the dock, outside this was the rubbish area – a massive pile of stinking black bags – you had to hold your breath and walk quickly to pass.  The rubbish pile was the size of a small building.  On our first day there it spontaneously combusted – black smoke, flames and rats running for their lives !!!   No wonder every boat had rat guards on their shore lines.  That was enough for us – that and a very irate local boat owner who didn’t like us next to his decrepit open fishing boat – we left and anchored out in the bay.  The following day we caught the (surprisingly modern & airconditioned) local train to Olympia. 

The site of Olympia is a rambling muddle of a place with a jumble of ruins overgrown by olive and maquis.  Archaeologists hide from the sun under awnings with their rocks and brushes.  The place has an amazing presence – I could imagine the site hosting the ancient Panhellenic games for over a thousand years.  One of the wonderful things about these ancient games was that a sacred truce, the Ekeheiria, was observed for the duration of the games and warring states would put aside their differences to partake in the events.  At the first games the prize for winning was purely symbolic, a palm leaf and an olive branch, later professionalism crept in and winners obtained monetary rewards.  The modern Olympic games were revived by Baron Pierre de Coubertin in 1896 and when he died his heart was buried at Olympia.

The beginnings of the sanctuary and its games are hazed in myths: Zeus prevailed in Olympia after dethroning his own father Cronus, who was worshiped upon the namesake hill to the north of the sanctuary. As to who was the founder of the games, several heroes claim the title - among them Hercules and Pelops, ancestor of the Homeric Agamemnon and mythical king of the Peloponnese (the very name of the peninsula meaning the island of Pelops). The year of 776 BC records the first athletic event that we celebrate as the Olympic Games. Their ancient name was Olympia and they were held every four years in honour of Zeus. The Olympiad, the four year period between two successive celebrations, became the standard chronological system of the ancient Greek world.

The last Olympics of antiquity were held in AD 393, shortly before the emperor Theodosius I banned paganism and closed down the ancient sanctuaries. Then came successive earthquakes and river floods to bury the ancient ruins for centuries until the archaeological excavations brought them back to light in 1875. Twenty years later, in 1896, revived the first, and now international, Olympic Games of the modern era, held in the Panathenaic Stadium in Athens.


11 August 2015

On our passage down the east coast of the Peloponese Don found a large bay, Navarinou, (11 August 2015) that was almost land locked – to me this means no waves and highly sort after. The bay was wonderful, we spent a few days exploring the castle fortress high on the hill and watching amazing sunsets.

Porto Kheli

20 August 2015

A wonderful bay to hide from the winds - having noticed our Aussie flag the owners of a very large power boat invited us over for drinks – the boat had staff to cook, clean, operate the tender to take the owners into shore, make drinks etc. The inside was amazing – full size board room table for meals, an original painting that was stunning – approximately 3 metres by 2 – a floating hotel. The owners were not happy, their monster had dragged two weeks earlier and ended up on rocks bending a propeller blade. The young Captain on watch had his earphones in listening to music and didn’t hear the shallow depth alarm, other staff were vacuuming and in the galley preparing lunch. They did not notice that the boat had dragged some 200 metres until everyone felt a bump and screech – needless to say he is no longer employed on this vessel. It was an eye opener and confirmed my opinion that our boat suits us perfectly.

Poros

28 August 2015

The next sail was to Poros and we passed Sandra and Jeff on "Nawaii" - Sandra called up on the VHF and warned us it would be a bit bumpy further up and around the corner - we were heading north, where they had just come from.  Nawii was heading to our anchorage.  I boasted how wonderful our anchorage had been - and to someone that hadn't seen a supermarket or bakery in weeks, barely another boat or at least one that spoke English and no rocking and rolling, it was wonderful. 
Sandra was a little light in her description of a little bumpy - it was horrible - several other boats turned back but we soldiered on with one other - the anchorage awaiting us was beautiful - it is in between an island and the Peloponnisos mainland - to get into the anchorage we had to motor alongside the wharf/shops metres away - very scary but outside of that channel was too shallow for our keel.  We could see what people had on their plates for lunch - it was very strange - once past the 2 kilometre shopping area the bay ballooned into a large anchorage, calm, pretty with many boats - I felt rather guilty telling Sandra the anchorage they were going to was wonderful as it was nothing compared to the one they left, not surprisingly they came back the next day.  A third Australian boat was anchored near us – “Nick of Time” with Alan and Gloria on board.  The three boats waiting for the meltemi to pass then we all headed off to Kithnos - the nearest island to the east and the first of the Cyclades group of islands.