Bruadar

June went by in a flash, having flown back to the UK then on to Indiana, USA for Andy and Amy's wedding, which was great from every respect. It was wonderful for everyone to get together for a very happy occasion and Amy's family were so friendly and helpful to the Limey contingent so much so that we all felt embarassed!
A two day stop over back in the UK didn't completely cure the jet lag before we were back on the plane to Dallaman with friends Ann & Karl for a working break helping us fit and wire up the solar panels etc.
We finally left the marina towards the end of the month and anchoring off in Cow Bay, we met up with visiting Scottish family (Jim and Alexis). They were on a cruise ship and their boat had come into Marmaris for the day. It was good to catch up with them for a fresh Orange juice at a waterside bar.
We then left the following morning for BozuK Buku (Loryma), which unfortunately meant motoring all the way as there was no wind. It was surprisingly quiet when we arrived and we were lured towards one of the mooring buoys, had a drink and nibbles at the restaurant and bedded down for the night.
The wind had picked up and continued gusting through the night so I did a half hearted and brief anchor squint just before dawn to reassure myself that we hadn't moved and everything seemed ok. However the next thing that we heard was something drifting down the outside of the hull, so I checked again and low and behold we were now the other side of the other two mooring buoys and drifting towards another yacht. Fortunately it was just getting light, but as Karl released our line at the bow the knot caught in the eye splice and jammed, so we had to release the other end so that we could go back for it later. Picking up another mooring wasn't easy either as there was no slack on the lines which left Karl to do a heroic jump into the unknown, to attach another line. Everybody else then crashed for a few more hours whilst I stayed on deck and once it was light enough snorkelled over to retrieve our jammed line. The mooring buoy was still attached to the woefully inadequate piece of concrete being partly crushed by the pressure and suspended about 6 metres from the sea bed. I dived and got the line and we eventually left for Bozburun later that morning.
Enroute would you believe it, another technical hitch happened as we were motoring between the Island of Simi and the mainland. The engine revs began fluctuating noticeably on their own. Karl diagnosed this as air in the system from when we'd cleaned and changed the Racor fuel filter. Fortunately there was enough wind to sail, so he bled it while we sailed on to Bozburun and spent the night peacefully at anchor outside the harbour.
We then moved on visiting a couple of our favourite bays to splash around, before dropping Ann & Karl off in Orhaniye to get their taxi to the airport.