Sans Peur
Grete & Fred Vithen
Sat 1 Aug 2015 16:23
39 28 64N 26 03 89E  Babakale 1-2 August

There are one more yachtie in the marina except us. Plus a whole shrimp fishing fleet.
The Meltemi is pushing hard on the anchor chain and then suddenly the wind changes 180 degrees.
We are starting to get a bit better when it comes to The Med way of mooring, means using the anchor.
But still some lessons to learn though. 
A well protected marina and small poor village.

The wind is a relief. For the time being it's very very very hot.
There we are.
At 5 in the morning, in the dark, suddenly the whole fleet decided to leave. Everything was vibrating.
They scared the shit out of us.
They where very skilled at move their large boats in small quarters.
Local speciality. Looks like shit, taste like shit. Sorry! But still it was eatable.
What happened, normally Turkish food is tasty well cocked and delicious.
What is that? The next dish was ... not food. Misunderstanding ... must be some kind of building material.