Taking coffee on Kafadar at Iskelesi ...

This morning we drove to Iskelesi for breakfast - we sat on the terrace of the boutek otel Fileka, eating glistening garlicky olives, spooning luscious silky dollops of strawberry jam onto warm village bread - 

The turquoise sea was only a few yards away - boats were moored to small pontoons 

Two Amazons swam off the pier - I saw them, later, basking in the sun - 

Fir trees clung to the craggy shore - the old customs house had thick stone walls - sea urchins were visible beneath the waves - 

Later, we drank coffee on board Kafadar -

Ken and Jane had sailed this trIm wooden boat from Bodrun to this mooring - 

Anne and Jane sunbathed upon the cabin roof - 

I felt happy smelling the warm wood, hearing the water slapping against the hull - 

Ken started up the engine - the deck quivered beneath my bare feet - I imagined midnight passages across the bay, swimming in the forgiving sea - 

Iskelesi 

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May 25 2014