Or four or five at least, ranging down the mountains off the port bow as we left Gemiler Island this morning.
After an overflowing holding tank caused our leisurely start to be cut short, we set out to follow the course plotted by this guest blogger (and guest skipper) from Gemiler to Tomb Bay. Following Helena's expert hoking of the anchor chain, and Allen's nifty removal of the shore lines there was no holding us back.
Today we also welcomed a new guest on board, in the form of Stanley the Seesaw. First spotted as a floating blue-green blob, later misidentified as as an inflatable crocodile, we eventually hauled him to safety in a man over board manoeuvre under sail. He doesn't say much, but we're hoping to at least dispose of him in a suitable manner so that he doesn't turn in to fish food.
Later, crossing Skopea Limani we spotted what appeared to be a yacht regatta, and on our arrival in Tomb Bay we were faced with a difficult decision - spend the night with the 160 Russian sailors on their thirty yachts who were currently racing their way in our direction, or in the words of Fat Sam, "come back tomorrow"...
Needless to say, we chose the latter, and instead got to enjoy the entertainment of the repeated failure of another yacht to anchor at Twenty-Two Fathom Cove - from our own spot near the beach, we watched as they picked up a mooring buoy and nearly drifted back in to the cliff wall. Said buoy later got dragged a significant distance offshore from its starting point before they gave up and tried with the anchor; this attempt also aborted, they sailed off out of our line of sight, so we could no longer gawp at their ineptitude and bask in our own superiority.
With no further distractions, cake and bread were acquired from the Organik Mobile Market, the boat was swum around and under, the view was enjoyed, rummy was played, gin was drunk, carbonara was consumed and this was blogged. Chocolate cake and baklava are still to come.
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