I’ve decided to name this gale after the giant gulls that
seem to be the only ones really enjoying themselves at this very moment. The pilot notes that historically, a number
of “regular” gales are named after birds.
So here they are swooping and soaring in gusts anywhere between 20-40
kts. Others, gathered over an exposed sandbank, seem to be leaping and hopping in a mad crowd wave, all rather pleased with
themselves. It could be gale choreographed
hi-jinks.
We, on the other hand, are happy daylight offers
visibility – a necessity when anchors are dragging, boat dinghies flipping and
tempers flaring. We’re also grateful
that our little discussion with the excitable Italians late last night (at 9pm) gave
the Cap’n the sh*ts, providing him with incentive to move closer to shore. Those six gulets currently hogging the shoreline
(med moored) have hardly moved; WJ3 has fared only slightly worse whilst those
further out in the anchorage are really copping it.
The Cap’n is reporting in with his truth seeking
binoculars on general activities and we’ve even snooped on a VHF radio call or
two. Who needs TV? This is only our third day out and so far we’re
grateful that WJ3’s basics are holding up ok.
Big Bertha (our Rochna anchor) is again being a dream girl while we spin
and whirl to the tune of those nasty gusts.
Our decks are covered in fine red sand; a sure sign that Africa’s sand
dunes march irrevocably toward Europe. Meanwhile,
the Italians are still giving us clandestine glances....
Waiting, waiting... for the gale to end |
To: Marmaris, Turkey Lat/Long: 36:49.555N 28:18.899E Date/Time: 3/06/14: 2100
Time Taken: 0.5nm (hrs) Distance (this year): 0.5nm (hrs)
Distance Total (since 2008): 13333.5nm Weather: Unsettled;
Fastest Speed: under motor (sails released from their bags for the season & put up out on the anchorage)
And now for some Launch Photos:
Our "backyard" views. The Cap'n is off to find our splash time. |
Firstly, we're given a dink |
Then, it's the BIG lift again |
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