Datca…

 

9th August 2016

 

After checking out from Greece with the help of the Agent we left Kos marina at eight o’clock in the morning, knowing only that we’d be heading towards Datca. Today was sweltering, with only the slightest amount of breeze keeping our hot bodies cool. The sea was flat, the weather was hot, and we were heading home once again. The only downside to our return journey was that the wind had…disappeared.

As we made the transition from Greek territorial waters to Turkish waters, Turkey came into view.

Since the world is at a pivot and Countries were ours for the taking we discussed the sailing trip and we considered which had been our favourite Greek island. Mother and Geoff both agreed that there favourite was Halki, since it had the nicest town and was the funniest harbour. I however, think my favourite is Nisyros. This is because of the pretty harbour and I think that going on the motor scooters up to the volcano was a highlight of the trip. A few honourable mentions must be Kos and Samos, with the amount of history that surrounds them, Leros with the safest marina in the Aegean-(mums new favourite marina where she will live forever to stay out of the wind)-, and of course Symi, for the simply wonderful entertainment!😄

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As we motored around the Datca peninsula we had decided on staying at Palamut, a small harbour tucked into a little islet just west of Datca and come closer to Datca harbour. However, our plans then changed because our highly recommend transit log man said that the coast guard do routine checks in the harbour, since its proximity to Symi. So, we decided to do a 7hour sail with the wind on the nose. This risk did pay off though, and we were soon tucked up nicely in our parking space, which we parked in perfectly into a nice wide gap.

That evening, after collecting our papers back from the transit log man, we sat in the cockpit having gin and tonics ( I had Fanta!) before heading out for some dinner.

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10th August 2016

After a dreadful nights sleep because of the loud music coming from the beach front cafes and bars, we spent the day on the beach where the turquoise waters were warm, there was (dust with dirt) sand and there was a nice cool, refreshing breeze coming onto the beach, so, instead of discussing what factor sun cream I wear, I have decided to do another tourist style guide to Dacta and its famous peninsula.

OVERVIEW

Located in the Mugla province in the south part of of Turkey’s Carian coast. The town of Datca has a small harbour with many sea front restaurants which can cause a racket, however, during the day the sea front is a calm and peaceful place to have a stroll. The town is very large, with streets that dart off in many directions with many angles and complex street arrangements.

The name Datca comes from the name, Stadia, which comes from ancient history during the times when the ancient city of Cnidos was established. Stadia then developed in to Tadia, Dadya, Dadça, and then simply transitioned into Datca. Dacta’s main income is tourism and the coastline that surrounds it. Boat trips take tourists all the way along the coast of the peninsula, stopping at the many bays and coves.

WHAT TO DO BITS

Datca is renown for its proximity to the ancient and historical city of Knidos. It was an Ancient Greek city which had a famous market, harbour and castle. Excavation on the site took place between 1857 and 1858, by C.T Newton. Much of the ancient amphitheatre, agora and idem were recognised immediately. Today, most of the artefacts are stored in the British Museum, whilst some were shipped over to the museum in the Vatican City. As to this day, people are allowed to enter the ancient site and walk around it. Boats can anchor in the Knidos harbour.

Also in the Dacta area is Palamut, a small and quiet village with a harbour. The bay is a very good for one night stop. Dacta however is far more interesting, and since there’s many shops, mother can get into the zone and buy as much Turkish lovliness as she wants!


Our day at the beach was enjoyable. With a similar set up to ” Long Beach” in Marmaris the sun beds are inches apart and the strip of beach/ sand/ dirt is narrow. The sea is SO warm compared to Greece, it’s like swimming in a bath.
We had lunch overlooking a large pond which ( a little like the famous mud baths in Dalaman ) is locally renowned for its mineral properties, apparently useful to aid healing and prevent wrinkles due to ageing(!) there were plenty of people taking advantage of this mud bath, but not me!

I read an article recently about a small creature, parasiteof some sort, maybe a microscopic organism or maybe a little swimming stickleback sized thing, which apparently lives in still, warm water and has a particular penchant for men’s bits. It makes a bee line into the men’s ( hmm hmm….) bits, leaving some kind of poison behind, and from what I can remember of what I read it then exits ” west” leaving the man in considerable pain. With this in mind, I ate some chips and watched the ladies paint each other in smelly mud!

Datca does come alive in the evening, gorgeous shops and many bars and restaurants. Many people too….so, we planned to exit west ourselves and tomorrow we will aim for Dirsek and maybe catch up with the New Zealand posse, fresh from their world roadtrip!

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On a poetic note, as we have cleared out of the Greek Islands for the foreseeable future, I’ll leave you with a few mental images ( not like crazy dancing frogs or port police doing the time warp, not like “mental” mad….just some descriptive pondering a on Greece.
A whole family, mum, dad toddler on a scooter.
Creamy, white feta cheese
Dry, acrid retsina
Widows dressed in black
Kafenios full of men playing Tavla
Children with curly hair wearing summer dresses
Cold frappe
Meltemis (!)
Churches on deserted islands
Goats wearing noisy bells
Monasteries and papas in pill box hats and robes
Large Unfinished buildings
Houses with no roofs on, with metal rods sticking up
Meltemis
Men selling watermelons from the back of trucks
Ladies in the cafes talking loudly and gesticulating wildly with their hands
Old men with prayer beads clacking
Young men smoking and fishing
Bouzouki players
Puffer fish
Fishermen in brightly coloured caiques
Piles of nets on the quayside
Port police in sunglasses
Camouflaged lookout towers on hilltops
Meltemis
Windmills ( old and new tech )
Icons to the saints
Frayed ensigns and courtesy flags
Scooter rental shops
Olive trees
Bougainvillea
Plants in painted yoghurt pots
Ripe figs, ready for picking
Mulberries
Restauranters hustling
Waiters smoking
Cypress trees
Meltemis
Wild Oregano
Crystal clear waters
Hydrofoils and ferries bustling

Author: adventurerintrainingblog

I am a 14 year old boy and live and am home schooled by my parents aboard our 45 foot sailing yacht which we sail from Turkey. I have travelled through/ across Europe by road, several times now, and have also driven into the heart of Turkey, visiting Konya, Cappadocia and many other places. You can read about both of these experiences on the blog... However, at the moment you can read about our life aboard our yacht in Turkey during the winter... I hope you can come along for the ride, then sail along with me as I blog my sailing adventures for next year!

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