It was wonderful to sleep in and not have to rush off to a van for our transportation to the next exploration. Our boat is both our home and our transportation! The chef is busy making a delicious breakfast and as we motor to our next cove and the chance to go ashore for a hike, we enjoy the sea breeze. In our anchorage, we see a small boat with an enterprising seller of ice-cream! There are other boats in the calm cove, but not as many as we had encountered on the Luxury Junk in Vietnam. After breakfast, it's off to shore and a van picks us up to head out to the abandoned village of Kaya Koy. Once a Greek settlement, the inhabitants were repatriated back to Greece after an aborted attempt by Greece to invade Turkey in 1923. The buildings were in a crumbling state and the town was truly a ghost town. Before we began the hike to the abandoned town, we stopped at a small village where Anne found a woman selling handmade crochet crafts. Of course she bought a fine selection of these handcrafted works. In the village, we entered a church which was the best preserved building in that part of the town that was spread over three hills. Wild flowers grew in great profusion as we headed back to the boat which had moved from this morning's anchorage to the other side. While about half of our group decided to walk to the next rendezvous, the other decided to take the van back to the original beach where we had been transported to the shore with our boat's skiff. When they arrived at the beach, the attendant wanted to collect a fee for the use of the beach where many locals were sunbathing and enjoying the water. In unison, they all said, "We will not pay!" (They were only using the beach to get to the boat!)
Those of us who walked back, found the going steep and downhill with brambles. Tom had to stow his camera to keep in balance on this trek. Another rocky beach greeted us when we emerged from the trail. Our gulet came around the corner and the small motorboat from the yacht began to approach the shore. But the motor stalled and the crew member had to row it. There was another motorboat at the shore owned by a local who worked in a nearby restaurant. He graciously transported all seven of us in his small boat. It looked like the "wreck of the Hesperus!" He was the hero of the day.
We enjoyed a scrumptious meal of grilled sea bass and the next day's adventure was outlined as we settled in for another great night's sleep.