Aannsha’s Blog #186 – 13hrs Bozukkale to Kaş - we made it!

Updated: Jul 10


I’m being eaten by annoying biting flies as I write this, in a beautiful anchorage near Bodrum on the Turkish coast, called Kissebükü Koyu. The weather is hot and I’m thankful that we can jump into the refreshing azure blue sea any time we need to cool down. I’m so captivated by life on board at the moment (except for the flies) that I’m finding it hard to stretch my mind back about seven weeks to our final leg of the mad dash back to Kaş.

Kissebükü Koyu, Turkey

Mad dash back to Kaş - final leg


We’d had three days’ notice that there would be a full lockdown for the period of Ramadan and we wanted to be nice and secure back in our home marina at Kaş. It wasn’t just the fact that we’d already paid for the 12 month contract and would be able to have hot showers and toilet facilities whenever we wanted, along with an on-site supermarket. It was also because if, as rumours had it, the lockdown was extended for longer than the three weeks, we were in a safe place and wouldn’t have to worry about provisioning, pumping out black water or being in a difficult position should we get caught in a storm at an anchorage.


A couple of hitches


The last leg of the journey took the expected thirteen hours and was pretty uneventful except for a couple of things.


The first issue was the mainsail. When we went to unfurl it, it got jammed part way out as some of the sail got creased, bunched up on itself and got stuck in the slot where the sail comes out. Unfortunately the creases went all the way up to the first spreaders so Baz couldn’t access them to sort out the problem. Fortunately there wasn’t too much sail out, so we continued without a problem and with the headsail out when the wind was strong enough.


The second hitch happened while we were transiting Greek waters, when the engine suddenly lost power. It felt as if we’d hit something, or possibly got something caught around the prop. Baz checked the engine and it was okay. He turned the key to start the engine again and it started. Strange.


We carried on without incident, although it was in the back of my mind that if we got caught by the Greek coast guard without a working engine we’d be in trouble. They are well known to ‘impound’ vessels that have engine issues and then you basically don’t have freedom to sail again unless your boat is checked by an ‘authorised’ survey engineer. Which of course isn’t cheap. And neither is the paperwork.


I prayed to the wind gods to keep the headsail full of wind until we were out of Greek waters, in case we had another stoppage. But I had nothing to worry about as wind and iron sail saw us safely back to Kaş.


We found the culprit


In the large channel leading up to Kaş marina, we stopped and brought the dinghy down off the davits so that we could get off the back of the boat once we were tied stern to on our pontoon.


When Baz was bringing the di