A couple of years ago I sailed with a group of friends from Naples to Menorca by way of Sardinia and Corsica. Although it was a wonderful trip, we kept hearing, throughout our journey, a haunting refrain: "It's better in Turkey." Turkey, we were told , is a sailor's paradise, having more consistent wind, less pollution, more interesting things to see, better food, and lower prices.
Unable to resist, four members of the original crew recently embarked on a two-week cruise along the western portion of Turkey's Mediterranean coast. The foursome consisted of two Britons--Simon, a BBC news editor, and Stewart, a construction contractor-- and two Americans: Harry, a New York investment banker, and me, a writer who generally focuses on international business and economics. We were joined by a newcomer: Ben, another American, who, thanks to a Fulbright grant, had spent the previous year living in Istanbul.
In spite of our diversity, we share the conviction that no vacation is better than a sailing vacation. Our faith grows out of the premise that holidays should have so many dimensions and satisfactions that the routines of normal life are relegated t the subconscious. We like sailing because it combines the kind of tourism that usually comes about with the help of a car, the water- based recreation that is generally associated with beach houses, the Big Chill-like social interaction that typical occurs in rustic cabins, and, of course, sailing itself.
The Turkish yachting season extends all the way from April through October, but we decided on late August, a time that is sometimes uncomfortably warm but that offers the most substantial winds. Several months before we planned to go, we scoured sailing magazines for advertisements from Turkey-based charter operators. After we n Istanbul and as we traveled, by ferryboat, along the Bosporus as far north as the Black Sea, visiting as many of the great historic sites as we could. (Actually, Harry and I found that we could rely on English to communicate with many of the both in Istanbul and as we traveled, by ferryboat, along the Bosporus as far north as the Black Sea, visiting as many of the great historic sites as we could. (Actually, Harry and I found that we could rely on English to communicate with many of the both in Istanbul and as we traveled, by ferryboat, along the Bosporus as far north as the Black Sea, visiting as many of the great historic sites as we could. (Actually, Harry and I found that we could rely on Englboth in Istanbul and as we traveled, by ferryboat, along the Bosporus as far north as the Black Sea, visiting as many of the great historic sites as we could. (Actually, Harry and I found that we could rely on English to communicate with many of the bofter dusk we joined four other yachts in Cleopatra's Bay, so named because the ruins there are said to include the baths where the legendary beauty immersed herself in moisturizing goat's milk. Within minutes of our arrival a man appeared from Just after dusk we joined four other yachts in Cleopatra's Bay, so named because the ruins there are said to include the baths where the legendary beauty immersed herself in moisturizing goat's milk. Within minutes of our arrival a man appeared from Just after dusk we joined four other yachts in Cleopatra's Bay, so named because the ruins there are said to include the baths where the legendary beauty immersed herself in moisturizing goat's milk. Within minutes of our arrival a man appeared from Just after dusk we joined four other yachts in Cleopatra's Bay, so named because the ruins there are said to include the baths where the legendary beauty immersed herself in moisturizing goat's milk. Within minutes of our arrival a man appeared from Ju small outdoor restaurant near the shore, calling out to see if we wanted to order dinner. Ben told him what we'd like, and then we took a quick swim and went ashore for the kind of simple, well- prepared meal that would become our staple: a first cou se of yogurt-based salads, followed by grilled lamb and fish. The air was warm, and we lingered long into the evening.
Sailing through a narrow channel in the Gulf of Fethiye the next morning, we entered an expansive but sheltered body of water that has been a favorite sailing ground for thousands of years. Empowered by a forceful breeze, we began to get a sense of op Girl's capabilities. In choosing a boat to charter, one is always called has been ruled by some of the most powerful empires in history, and the coast we chose to cruise contains ruins from several cultures, including the Hellenic, Hellenistic, Roman, Byzantine, and Ottoman. And although the shortcomings of modern Turkey has been ruled by some of the most powerful empires in history, and the coast we chose to cruise contains ruins from several cultures, including the Hellenic, Hellenistic, Roman, Byzantine, and Ottoman. And although the shortcomings of modern Turkey has been ruled by some of the most powerful empires in history, and the coast we chose to cruise contains ruins from several cultures, including the Hellenic, Hellenistic, Roman, Byzantine, and Ottoman. And although the shortcomings of modern Turkey has been ruled by some of the most powerful empires in history, anTurkey has been ruled by some of the most powerful empires in history, and the coast we chose to cruise contains ruins from several cultures, including the Hellenic, Hellenistic, Roman, Byzantine, and Ottoman. And although the shortcomings of modern Tuurkey's infrastructure make it a struggle to get to many archaeological sites by land, most of them are easily reached from the water. Indeed, when we dropped anchor in the strait that separates Gemiler from the mainland, we were only a few feet from what had probably been several small houses in the late Byzantine period, some 900 years ago. After we used our rubber dinghy to ferry ourselves to the island, we began exploring what had obviously been a very wealthy and densely developed community. In addition to houses and at least two churches, we found a colonnaded archway that was so well preserved that large sections of its curving roof remained in place. We were the only people there. y apparent. For example, the mosque that we could see from our berth obviously had been a Greek Orthodox Church until a minaret was added. The Greeks left back in the 1920s, after Turkey and Greece negotiated a treaty that encouraged Turks and readily apparent. For example, the mosque that we could see from our berth obviously had been a Greek Orthodox Church until a minaret was added. The Greeks left back in the 1920s, after Turkey and Greece negotiated a treaty that encouraged Turks and readily apparent. For example, the mosque that we could see from our berth obviously had been a Greek Orthodox Church until a minaret was added. The Greeks left back in the 1920s, after Turkey and Greadily apparent. For example, the mosque that we could see from our berth obviously had been a Greek Orthodox Church until a minaret was added. The Greeks left back in the 1920s, after Turkey and Greece negotiated a treaty that encouraged Turks and rereeks to return to their native countries. This fueled the age-old animosity between Turkey and Greece, which continues today to such an extent that most Turkey-based charter companies forbid their customers to land in Greece. Top Girl's owners, however, had told us that Kastellorizon, a large Greek island that lies just a few miles from Turkey, was generally free of officials and therefore an acceptable risk.
Making it our next destination, we entered the island's only harbor to see a picture-perfect line of whitewashed houses with multicolored doors and shutters. We soon discovered that the image is as thin as a movie set. The owner of the quayside rest urant where we had dinner told us that the village had been an Italian-ruled fishing community with more than 15,000 inhabitants at the start of the Second World War, but that the Allied forces considered it important enough that they occupied and destroyed almost all of it. The island has never recovered; today it has only about 200 residents. When Simon and I made an early-morning climb to the highest point overlooking the harbor, we saw scores of modern-day ruins, and we even came across the large shell of an unexploded bomb.
From Kastellorizon we sailed to the nearby Turkish city of Kas. Resting on a slope situated between a large bay and a line of cliffs, some of them containing Lycian rock tombs that have the facades of temples, the town is known for its Hellenistic t eater and also for its nightlife. We therefore visited the theater, taking photographs of it as the sun set behind the cliffs; and after enjoying an elaborate seafood dinner, which, like dinners everywhere we went, cost less than $10 per person, we drifted into an outdoor cafe where two Turkish folk singers were performing. We met a group of Turkish women at the next table, and Simon and I went with them to a rock club where the blaring music showed no signs of abating even as we left, sometime after 3:00 a.m.
In the routine we developed, most days began slowly. Although Stewart encouraged early risers (mostly me) to delay their use of the creaking stairs that led from the saloon to the cockpit, I generally woke up soon after dawn to make journal entries nd to take long swims. By the time I returned to the boat, Stewart had made the coffee--no one else ever did--and Simon had begun to prod us into deciding on the day's overall plan. Because the midday heat could be uncomfortable, we tried to do most of our sightseeing at the start of the day, leaving the middle, when the winds were better anyway, for sailing. By midafternoon we had generally found a place to spend the night; our arrivals were uniformly followed by swimming and snorkeling, freshwater showers, cocktails and pistachios, and, ultimately, dinner and stargazing.
After Kas we continued on to Kekova Island, the farthest we got from Gocek. During two days there we circumnavigated the five-mile-long island and visited Kalekoy, a hamlet notable for its well-preserved medieval castle and a sprawling hilltop necro olis of large sarcophagi. We also hired a small fishing boat that took us directly over what had been the ancient city of Simena. Built in the fifth century b.c., the city subsequently sank below the water level as a result of one of the calamitous earthquakes that have punctuated Turkey's long history. Peering through the water with the help of a glass-bottomed bucket, we spotted walls, mosaics, and even ceramic jugs.
When we left Kekova Sound to return to the Mediterranean, we discovered a heavy wind of close to thirty knots. For me, there is an elemental thrill in using the wind for leverage and adjusting the angle and shape of the sails to achieve maximum spee . The more wind the better. But although I was eager to use sails to capitalize on the powerful force, the rest of the crew overruled me, deciding that we'd get where we wanted to go faster by using the engine to head closer to the source of the wind. They were probably right. It was the kind of day that reminds nautical interlopers that open waters, even when they are warm and emerald green, can suddenly turn dangerous. Even though the sky remained a cloudless blue, as it had ever since we left Gocek, the waves that were crashing over the deck made us so cold that we were forced to fashion protective garments out of garbage bags. (All but one of us had brazenly left our foul-weather gear at home.) When Stewart took the helm, he went so far as to use a diving mask to protect his eyes and nose from the onslaught. For the rest of us, shivering in spite of our plastic gowns, the sight of him wrapped up in his big baby-blue plastic sack, gulping down air through his mouth, provided welcome comic relief.
Most sailors have nothing but scorn for powerboats-- Americans call them "stinkpots"; Britons call them "gin palaces." Since this snobbery becomes particularly acute in the midst of difficult conditions, it was ironic that when we escaped the rough s as by entering a sheltered cove, we spotted a large powerboat that was carrying several American friends. It was a "Turkish gulet," a kind of boat that was designed specifically for charter holidays and that has become increasingly popular in recent years. Boarding the sixty-foot wooden-hulled craft--which had masts although it never used any sail--we could readily see just how different their experience was from ours. While we charted courses and hoisted sails and braved challenging seas, our friends spent their days lounging around a vast deck, waiting for a four-man professional crew to serve meals and move their motel-like craft from place to place. Although there is something to be said for their approach (they were, after all, seeing many of the same places we were, and the magic of sailing is, unaccountably, invisible to some), we were happy not to be a part of it.
Three days later, suddenly the last day of our voyage, we had returned to the Gulf of Fethiye and were enjoying what was probably our single best day of sailing. When I took my last turn at the helm, the wind was constant, at fifteen to twenty knots the seas were relatively calm, and we were surrounded by the dramatic terrain that continued to astound us. As we hurtled along at an invigorating speed, my faith in the perfection of sailing vacations had never been stronger.
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G. Bruce Knecht is a writer who specializes in international business and economics. He is currently a Reuter fellow at Oxford University, in England.
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