One of the pleasing features of calling in to different islands, towns, bays and tavernas is the never-ending varieties of bread. Some is open textured and dries out in hours; some is moist, yellow and begs for some butter. Today's contribution from Ciftlik on the Turkish coast was this whopper, straight out of a wood fired oven and too hot to hold. It is the closest thing imaginable to a norn iron soda.
Today's journey was less of a triumph than yesterday's. Longer, tougher, rougher, but with less good sailing wind, it took 8 hours for the 40 miles. The second photo is the view over the stern from our anchorage in Round Bay near Goçek. Peace and quiet with a great view and the prospect of star watching with no light pollution.
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