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| Mark directs us to sea |
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| Captain Umut plots our course |
Our boat is based on the Turkish fishing boat called a gulet. We are at a dock in Kerkova, a Greek town without streets...and without Greeks since the Exchange in the 1920's. (Exchange is when Turkey united to become a country after WWI, and 'requested' the Greeks to go to their own country).  |
| you never knew who would show up in a boat and try to sell us something! |
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| Byzantine castle at top, no streets...or even concrete in the town. tombs EVERYWHERE including the water |
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| Tomb is the house-like stone in the water. Water has risen since it was placed. Ancient communities in this area have been destroyed many times by earthquakes. There is even a sunken city due to one. |
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| tombs, tombs everywhere - alot of dead people from early Greek period |
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| One of our swimming coves guarded by a goat |
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| Arts and crafts time..between swimming, beers and raki. |
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| We came upon Kumal Ataturk's boat from post WWI which he used to rally the people to form a new country. It is now privately owned, and is very well cared for. Captain Umut played the Turkish national anthem as we sailed past. Turks are nothing if not nationalistic! |
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| approaching pirates cave |
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| Swimming, illegally,in the cave. I am the middle one with waving arm. |
1 comment:
I amazed by the color of the water it seems so welcoming and tempting.
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