Gocek is 50 miles East of Marmaris and pronounced “go
check”.
Some days there is no reason
in who your neighbors are.
Perception checked out of
He also pointed out a couple of
restaurants that turned out to be fine restaurants at a reasonable price by
Turkish standards. They are unreasonably inexpensive by
When we returned from the
official's dock Monday morning, Perception had acquired a port side
neighbor. She was a Beneteau
50 named Worse.
Her sister ship was a Beneteau 47 named Bad
and Bad was on the opposite side of the pontoon.
The owner was holding court
in the cockpit. He was quick to identify
himself as English, Algenon Pukesley
by name, investment banker by profession, and expert on
He just loves
“Why are you flying that
silly yellow rag?” He pointed at the
Quarantine flag on the starboard spreader.
“We came in from
“No one flies a Q flag! It just isn’t done. I know everything there is to know about
sailing in
“The books, etiquette, say
that we should. We are new to
“You never should have put it
up in the first place. It is not
necessary. I can not imagine what you
were thinking when you did such a thing.”
The skipper of Alcofrolic tried to get me off the hook, “In a new country, it is prudent to
follow the rules. If he just now cleared
entry, it is technically correct that he flies the Q until now.”
“Balderdash. No one does
it. There is no reason for him to do
it. I know about
I know about
I bring in the Yellow Q and
stow it away.
Phyl is left in the cockpit
while I run some errands.
From the cockpit of Worse
there is a monologue, sometimes directed toward Perception, sometimes into the
space between masts and shrouds.
“Where’s my Joker Boat?”
<Joker Boat is a brand of inflatable
boat. It is like calling all inflatables ‘Zodiac’ or all computers IBM. I have worked in places where the computer
room was called the
“We are getting a new Joker
Boat. The Captain is supposed to have it
here. Nothing is ready. Nothing is right. Where is my Joker Boat? Where is my Captain?
I want to go to Gocek!”
Directed at Phyl on
Perception:
“Are you going to Gocek? You have to
go to Gocek.
No other place in
Phyl explains, “From here we
are going north toward
“Don’t go to Port Gocek. That’s the
Camper & Nicholson marina. It costs
$75 dollars a night. Ridiculous! Town Quay isn’t any good, either. Not expensive. Just not good. The one just to the left of
Town Quay. That’s where we
go. That’s where you will have to go.
That’s where we go.”
“We are going there
today. Will you come tomorrow?”
“No,” Phyl explains, “We will
be in Marmaris for a week or so and then start north toward
“You have to go to Gocek. No other
place in
“They are negotiating the
price for one of those things up there.”
He point at our Bemini.
Phyl says, “It’s a Bimini.”
“Bemini, awning, sun roof, whatever you call it. My partner, a
Turk, and I own this boat. My partner is
a Turk. He knows how to deal with these
people. My Captain is a Turk. He knows how to deal with these people. We
own Bad, too.”
He points at the boat on the
other side of the pontoon.
“Where’s my Joker Boat? I want to go to Gocek.”
“My partner and the Captain
are trying to get the price down on one of those things. I want to go to Gocek. They ought to just pay it and get on with
it. We have to get the ..., eh, that thing, and the
Joker Boat before we leave here today.”
Again
directed to the space between the masts and shrouds.
“I don’t know why they don’t
just pay the price.
I want to go to Gocek.
I am wasting the whole
day.
I can’t have a drink until
after
I want to go to Gocek.”
I return from my
errands. Algenon
repeats everything stated above starting with the Q flag and ending with “My
wife says that I’m an alcoholic.”
He decides to have a
drink. Gin and tonic. “My wife is in
A young
couple, probably in their late twenties, arrive with a supermarket cart of provisions. They go about stowing food, drink and
water. Algenon
has a new audience. He repeats it all
again. Someway he manages to be in their
way every chance he gets. He doesn’t
lift a finger to help. He just sits, talks and gets redder of face and spirit.
He tells us for the couple’s
benefit, “They like each other a lot.
She’s pretty enough. They ought
to get married. He makes good money. Just get on with it. He ought to just go ahead and marry the
girl.”
During this reiteration, the
statement that we are wasting our day gets more emphasis.
“Have you heard?
“My-half-of-the-boat.” <It is one
word.>
“I’ve wasted the whole day
here waiting while they bargain for a better price on that ..., eh, ‘Thing’.
I’m fed up! Let’s just pay the 650 pounds (about
$1025). I’ll go get the money, now”
He calls the captain by
mobile phone.
“I’ve wasted the whole day
here waiting while you bargain for a better price on that ..., eh, ‘Thing’.
I’m fed up! Let’s just pay the 650 pounds. I’ll go get the money, now. Tell them we will pay their price. I don’t care if you and Adrian think we can
do better. I’m fed up. I want to go to Gocek.”
He tells us what a great boat
the Beneteau 50 is and that we made a real mistake
not buying one. We learn that it sails at 15 knots, is easy
to handle. Beneteau
50 is the best boat built today. Elan
and the Q flag fall to the same level of disrepute.
I think of another errand to
run. Phyl is buried in a book attempting
not to hear the ranting. Some one has to
wait on our boat to meet the repairmen.
I’m happy to be gone.
While I’m gone, he gathers up
the troops and off they go to the bank.
That ..., eh, thing paid for, he sits there grumbling until about
1600. Then he calls the captain by phone
and says, “Get over here. I’m fed up and
I want to go to Gocek. NOW!”
Within a few minutes the
Captain ambled down the pontoon. He
couldn’t have been much further away than the nearest bar. He tied the Joker Boat painter to the stern
of Worse. He started the engine, cast off the stern lines, the bow line and off
they went. Algenon
and the couple sat in the cockpit and didn’t do a thing. The Captain seemed very calm. But, he forgot his shoes. They were left on the pontoon.
It’s about 50 miles from
Marmaris to Gocek.
Unless that boat really does do 15 knots, they were lucky to get there
before 0200.
Some days there is no reason
in who your neighbors are.
With some fear and intrepidation, we went to Gocek
last week. It is at the north end of Fethiye Korfezi. It
is some of the most beautiful and yacht friendly sailing waters
imaginable. Many of the coves have
seasonal restaurants that provide dock and mooring in return for patronage at
their shop. In the afternoon, the ice
cream boat comes by. Yea, it’s the nautical equivalent of the popsicle truck. In the morning pancakes are prepared
dockside. For swimming, the water is clear and warm. And the winds in the Korfezi are katibatic, 4’s and 5’s near the windward shore and 2’s and
3’s on the lee shore.
Algenon Pukesley was right. I wish he had said it once and then shut up.
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