22 June 2014
Sunday 22 June 2014: Abandon Ship!
After having met with Tolga in our sixties-atmosphere restaurant to discuss the ever growing list of stuff that still needed to be done, we went back to the boat to find it enveloped in thumping modern disco sounds, music as some insist calling it (I must admit that it has its attraction on our lizard-level brain centres). It turned out that the new hotel complex associated with the marina was officially opened today and there was an open-air disco going on. The volume was such that the vibration could be felt strongly within the boat acting like a sound-box for the low-end spectrum of the music. 'If you can't beat them, join them', so Francis had a sticky beak. As it turned out, Tolga and Güçlü had the same idea and we went on a reconnaissance tour around the festivities. Someone complained to the marina office about the noise (officially ended at midnight) and around 1:30 it was turned down. We returned from our night-patrol to get some sleep in preparation of an activity-packed day tomorrow.
It's Sunday now and there is still a lot to be packed and arranged before we start our journey back to Australia. Leaving Clio behind is made a bit easier in the expectation that Tolga and Irmak Yachting (the charter company) will take good care of her. In the past it has been hard to get her carers to communicate with us once we were on the other side of the globe. We sincerely hope it will be easier this time.
Packing our stuff out of sight to prepare Clio for her charterers is much like moving house (see picture), but we realise that everything we can leave behind, we don't have to fly to Australia and back in September. We feel embarrassed to leave Tolga with so many boxes that need to be shifted before charter starts in a couple of weeks.
Around four in the afternoon we have a last inspection together with Tolga to transfer Clio into his good care. Tolga drops us off at the dolmuş-stop on the way to Marmaris and we are able to store all our luggage in the compartment under the bus, so the space-invader effect when entering the bus is more acceptable. Apart from a coffee break, we travel in air-conditioned comfort (it is still around 35 degrees outside) the 100 kilometres to Marmaris. We check into the hotel and within 10 minutes we're in their swimming pool to cool off. As we are a bit sleep-deprived from the disco last night, we sit on our balcony, have a drink and some nibbles and are in bed by nine, and asleep 25 seconds later. It will be a 48 hour day tomorrow.