We set off from the port of Fethiye around 11am and began to flank the glorious mediterranean coast, with magnificent looming mountains across deep blue waters
. Our ship was an absolute beast of a vessel, one of the larger of the fleet, complete with an 18 bed sundeck, a well stocked bar and full living quarters downstairs. And so, the blue cruise was underway, 4 magnificent days of mediterranean sailing. The waters were a little choppy this morning, and significant winds were giving a good portion of the crew a little grief, regretting the last few beers they`d consumed last night at the Car Cemetary Bar. Stumbling around like a git, being tossed from one side of the deck to the other, i opted for the central point of the sundeck and stayed put until we arrived in the cosy, secluded Butterfly Valley cove. We leapt off the side of the gulet and swam in beautiful, crisp fresh blue waters. Absolute magic. But it was also windy as hell, and we were forced to move around to a cosier nook around the point in order to prevent any further casualties of the porcelain bus.
Parking here for the night, a few of the crew went land ho for a bash of paragliding, and were a tad concerned when Hector the paraglideing instructor began to undertake an unprecedented bout of fisticuffs with a random local, brandishing a piece of 2 X 4. We wasted the arvo in style, soaking up sun, getting to know each other better and better, eating, drinking and being very bloody merry. And as the festvities began to dwindle, i shacked up on my sleeping bag outside on the gulet sundeck as the gentle sway of the boat rocked me to sleep, and the waxing moon reflected romantically across the surface of the cove. Ý dig the pirate life.
Ý was half hoping that the Rod Stewart lookalike from last night might have been our skipper for the 4 day cruise, and i was only a tad dissappointed rocking up to our sturdy cruise ship to find that Rod was nowhere to be found. Man, we could have brought the house down with a rousing rendition of `We are sailing`....ahh, it would have gone down a treat. Though probably not before our boat did, considering how bollocked Captain Rod looked last night. Nope, it seemed that our cruise today would be run by a crew of competant, largely sober Turkish dudes that bore little resemblance to washed-up pommy git stadium rockers, and the Aussies, Kelly the Korean and Ý were accompanied by an awesome bunch of fellow pirates, 16 crew in total, aboard a magnificent, decked out, wooden pannelled gulet ship.