Tired of waiting

Friday 28th May Fairly chaotic morning mostly taken up with the minutiae of
paperwork and getting ready to sail to Mersin in Turkey overnight. Trevor and Lesley used the car to run various people to the
supermarket for supplies and covert bacon runs! We had to exchange our shore passes and get our passports
back in return and various briefings took place so everyone was clear on how we
were going to be docking the next morning when we arrived. But the main focus of attention was the plan, or rather the
absence of a plan for all the boats to refuel. The price of fuel here is very
low indeed and so everyone had left their fuelling until we arrived here,
unfortunately when we arrived the fuel barge was not operational and it seems
that road tankers were not allow to fill boats in the commercial harbour where
we were. Deputy Dog (real boat name is Salty Dog) which is a large Nordhaven
motor yacht had negotiated an exclusion to this rule as he needed 4500 litres,
but the rest of us needed to queue up as we left the harbour and fill at the
fuel station. This whole idea was fraught with problems as it takes an age to
fuel 70 odd boats and the small ones that needed to leave first to make the 108
mile sail to Mersin, were hemmed in by larger boats that did not need to leave
yet. This process was further complicated by several boats getting their
anchors snagged on a major underwater obstruction. This blocked a group of
boats and in the efforts to free the snagged anchors, one boat lost its anchor
altogether when its swivel link snapped under the load. One of the remaining
boats had diving gear on board and was able to release the trapped boats, but
the missing anchor was never found. As it all turned out, our group was the second last to fuel
and so we sat around all afternoon and finally got under way around 5.00pm,
heading out into a very flat sea with only a light breeze blowing directly on
the nose. As darkness fell we switched on our lights and we delighted
to see that the starboard nav light was fine still, but the radar only lasted
an hour or so before going on strike again. This was a bit of a concern as
light fog had descended reducing visibility to only a mile and with so many
yachts ahead of us we needed all the help we could get. Usual array of unlikely
and quite illegal lights were on display ahead as various nationalities flouted
the rules, mostly due to complete ignorance I am sorry to report. One French
boat stopped dead to recover a large tuna they had caught, but since they had
not bothered to put their lights on in the first place, they soon became a
serious hazard! However all was well and mostly we were just jealous that we
had not caught a fish ourselves! |