The crew gets up early, around 6:30am to wipe down the rails, rinse the deck, and generally polish up the boat. We passengers of course, emerge from our cabins as we desire, and spend some quiet time easing into the new day.  Some do yoga on the top deck, while others read and sip Turkish tea or coffee.  Brandie, Dan, Mark, and I chose to go for a 45 minute swim up the inlet while the water was at its most calm.  On the way back to our boat we were met by the young man in a little working boat who asked if we wanted to buy some of his fresh bread. J

We had breakfast at anchor and then off we headed, past a spectacular looking luxury hotel with mega yachts anchored in the bay, and into another inlet about half an hour away where we dropped the hook near a long red pebbly spit. The spit was submerged by a foot or two for most of its length so everybody swam over and splashed out to the end of it. This was followed by a rousing game of keep away which had two people in the middle and was played with a yellow plastic volleyball.  When we’d tired ourselves out we swam back to the boat and prepared for some water skiing. Lindsay was first up and the only one to demonstrate the single ski technique.  Mona too revealed her many years of youthful summers spent behind a boat with her effortless looking go-round. Others had varying degrees of success and were unfortunately reminded that water skiing at 50 is not quite the same as it was when you were 15. The sound of the ships bell summoned us to a well-earned lunch.