John noticed on a poster that on Sunday mornings a local photographer was organising a photographic walk on the island - he suggested I went. So early in the morning I took the bus to the town up the hill and found the photographer Neil. We were 5 - three English, one Scot and me. It was a nice day, sunshine, walking through little tracks to arrive to Pathy bay. I took few pictures of scenery, flowers, goats, did not learn much except that I could do with a better camera. From Pathy we took the bus back to Symi harbour. We had to decide what next, did we continue in Greece or go back to Turkey. I had spoken with my sisters and they wanted to come and visit us at the end of October in France. So our return date home was settled for October 25th.|
On Monday 29th September we sailed back to Bozburun after a pleasant weekend in Greece, the forecast was for rain and then wind in the next few days. We arrived at midday and found a safe mooring at the end of the harbour, soon it was quite full. So it was back to administrative paper work, a new 'transit log', few stamps and Euro110 later we were legally back in Turkey. We went for a drink in town and found Ian (Seaductress) who we met at the BBQ in Pserimos. On Tuesday bad weather was forecast and many boats came to the habour, it's always good entertainment seeing boats anchoring in the harbour, especially charter boats and by the end of the day it was pretty full. Rain and thunderstorms arrived in the evening as forecasted. We found water had been leaking into the pilot house - we would have to find from where and repair it.
John thought it was from the old solar panels fixing or the genoa pulley. We dismounted and re-sited every fixing and will have to wait for next rain to see if the problem had been solved. In the end we stayed in Bozburun for a week, waiting for the Meltemi to end, also the temperature dropped, it was 16 in the cabin - Summer was over! I enjoyed our stay in Borburun, a nice town, and we met with 'Rafiki II' an Australian sailing boat moored in front of us, Peterr and Deborah. John and Peter had a lot in common, they like racing boats and are not very good tourists. I liked Deborah, always cheerful, she likes walking and we went for a long walk in the country side.