Breakfast at anchor and then we motored off to the seaside town of Datca.  Three hours of shore leave was more than enough time to explore the town and walk down the road a couple of kilometres to Eski Datca (Old Datca).  It was worth the trek because it was a quaint village with stone houses and cobble streets very reminiscent of an old Italian village. 

Lunch was on board under the bimini at the big table on the aft deck where we’ve eaten all of our meals so far.  Even with the cover above, the sun was baking us, so it was a welcome relief to pull away from the quay and head out into the wind in the straight.  As hoped, the captain decided to take advantage of the 20+ knot following wind and had the crew put up the main and foresails.  What a great feeling as we cut the engine and quietly sailed along. Even the crew seemed to be enjoying the occasion because we saw them get out their selfie-stick and pose for a photo…

We anchored for the night in a fairly narrow inlet surrounded by pine covered hills.  It was very protected so we enjoyed calm winds, relaxed swimming around the boat, and another lovely dinner above deck.  The wasps from shore threatened to disrupt our meal before we even sat down but Neena grabbed the big blue swim fins and single-mindedly hunted them all down.