When The Wind Blows………



The Wrong Way.

15th May 2017

This morning, we decided that we wouldn’t continue towards the ancient city of Knidos because there had been a strong wind that had carried on into the morning.

So, after the decision, mum and I walked into the town to stock up on food for the next few days at sea around the beautiful Hisaronu Gulf.


On the southern shore, workaday, harbour-front Datça is the main settlement. It’s not built for tourists but this is where you’ll find most of the restaurants. In the hills above town is Old Datça which, by the 1980s, was more or less abandoned, but is now having a mini renaissance. Then there is a 235-mile coastline to take in, Datça’s sleepy villages and landscapes, and its most precious jewel: the ancient Greek ruins of Knidos, a city at the confluence of the Mediterranean and the Aegean.

Remnants of the Karians – who settled here in 5400BC – and the cultures of Lydia, Persia, and the Byzantine and Ottoman empires, stud the landscape: there are church ruins, ancient cisterns, tombstones and ruined olive oil facilities, all of which scatter the Datca peninsula, as well as to its north and south.

After shopping, we caught a taxi to the nearby Datca Vineyard and Winery, where some of the best Turkish wine is produced. In the family owned Datça Vineyard, they produce wine, olive oil and also organize wine tasting seminars. This was very enticing to Mum and Geoff as I read out the trip advisor reviews……


The vineyard and winery is located in Kızlan plains where you can enjoy the marvellous nature of Datça. It is also the farming location of the famous Cnidus wines of the ancient world.

You can visit and drink your wine with a nice sea view, and help the works at the vineyard. While you are enjoying your wine and cheese platter, a soft wind cools you down.

Upon arriving, we were happily given a tour of the complex, which took us to the vineyards, wine cellar, barrel cellar, and where the grapes are crushed, sometimes, by foot.

After the tour, mum and GEOFF got about the most important part of tasting the Rose, Red and White. We sat at the bottom of the windmill, taking in the breathtaking view and cool air.

When we arrived back at the boat and loaded it up with the wine we had bought, the skipper seemed perplexed at how much deeper in the water She seemed to have sunk!

There are lots of opposing forecasts at the moment regarding this weeks weather, wether we head to Knidos ( North) tomorrow or turn about, back to Bozburan is unknown really, until we see what the day brings……


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!

One thought on “When The Wind Blows………”

  1. Nice to be getting regular updates from you Casey. I’m sure the vineyard must have been very enticing at the thought of that locally produced olive olive oil 😉 It must be all the olive oil that was bought that made the yacht seem so low. Love the descriptions you give of the parking calamities other boats have on your travels I can just imagine the hilarity. I remember the guy trying to go ashore in a life jacket at Serce Limani.

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