‘Fraught with disaster for passing vessels’

Those were the words of Pliny, who wrote before sailors had the reassurance on a 30hp Yanmar diesel to help them along.

After the usual consultation of forecasts we decided to press on round Cape Chelidonia, which marked the limit of one of the old Roman provinces. It was obviously more tricky in ancient times, but still causes a certain frisson, as the winds and currents seem to recognise the turn from the long SW stretch of the Lycian coast and the entrance to the Gulf of Antalya, where the coast turns sharp North.

We anchored in Port Ceneviz, which is a corruption of Port Genovese, named after the ancient traders who used it. Sheltered but gusty. The view to the mountains all around is quite spectacular.