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[smg id=943 type=preview align=center caption="The island in Keci Buku"]

The next day, we sailed across to Simi to stock up on cheap booze and pork!

[smg id=944 type=preview align=center caption="Approaching Simi"]

When in Simi, I decided that seeing as I was on holiday, and seeing as Exup in particular wanted some good pics of the trip, I decided to hire a scooter for the day and explore the island. At 15€, it was very much worth it! In true Greek style, helmet rental was optional...

[smg id=948 type=preview align=center caption="The rented 'ped, Rhodes in the background"]

[smg id=945 type=preview align=center caption="Simi harbour"]

[smg id=946 type=preview align=center caption="A better view"]

[smg id=947 type=preview align=center caption="Pethi bay. We often anchor here. Note Turkey in the background"]

About 45 minutes later, I got to the South end of the island. Apart from the phenomenal view, the smell was incredible. The air was so thick with the smell of wild sage and thyme, you could almost cut it! You got the impression you could almost smell the sunlight too. It was incredible. And talk about a stunning view!!

[smg id=949 type=preview align=center caption="Panormittis bay , Rhodes in the background"]

[smg id=950 type=preview align=center caption="On the way back - Pethi to the right, Simi harbour the left"]

[smg id=951 type=preview align=center caption="Emborio, just to the west of Simi's main harbour"]

[smg id=952 type=preview align=center caption="Simi harbour, seen from the west"]

Sadly, the next day, we had to leave to head back to Marmaris.

[smg id=953 type=preview align=center caption="Leaving Simi"]

[smg id=954 type=preview align=center caption="Bye, Simi..."]

Dad and I dropped into Loryma for lunch with Tazeena.

[smg id=955 type=preview align=center caption="Tazeena"]

Tazeena is an incredible woman. After a very distinguished career working in set design, she retired and continued her other great passion in life: sailing. Although over 70, she still single hands her 38ft Freedom rig ketch, Bathsheba Everdene. She is also my adopted grandmother!

Actually, that lunchtime was rather dramatic. After a good lunch, Tazeena was planning to anchor off the pontoon where we had both moored. I offered to help, with Dad then casting Mianda off alone, and coming alongside for enough time for he to hop back onto Mianda before dailing on to Marmaris.

Didn't quite work out like that. As it so happened, as we were casting off, by a stroke of incredibly bad luck, the mooring line fouled Tazeena's propellor. I had to strip to undies, hop overboard and clear it. But after I cleared it, Tazeena found she couldn't turn the wheel, and the prop wasn't engaging. A second look told us the rope had pulled the propshaft out!!  :eek

After a quick chat with Dad, he continued on up to Marmaris alone (no choice, Mum was returning the next day; he HAD to be there) while I stayed to help Tazeena. I hopped back into the water, and to my delight and horror, the prop shaft slipped back in, easy as you please, and the engine reengaged. We took stock, and decided to motor up to either Bozburun or Keci Buku, places where she could get expert help. Loryma doesn't even have a proper road (if any) leading to it.

Tazeena and I motored up to Keci Buku, a 5 hour trip in very sloppy seas, me helming Bathsheba by hand, standing up for most of it. We motored, as we were worried that if the propshaft could fall out again if it stopped turning, and pushing forward (and in, effectively)! We eventually got there, and I got a lift back to Marmaris from a friend. Poor Dad had a very tiring trip too, sailing solo downwind (jib up only) in force 6 / 7 on the Beaufort scale with some difficult gybes to contend with.

But back to Marmaris. We anchored off Yacht Marin in the South East of the Marmaris bay.

[smg id=956 type=preview align=center caption="Yacht Marin"]

[smg id=957 type=preview align=center caption="The anchorage"]

[smg id=958 type=preview align=center caption="The anchorage again. Mianda's the boat on the right"]

Unfortunately, those last few days flew past, and before I even knew it, it was nearly time to go back to England. Before leaving, my parents a few friends and I had a bit of a goodbye meal in the excellent Yacht Marin restaurant.

[smg id=959 type=preview align=center caption="Goodbye meal"]

The next day (Sunday the 9th of June), it was on the bus to Dalaman airport. I got in at 2am UK time (4am body clock time), and had to wait until about 6:30am before I could catch a train to St Albans to be picked up by a friend who'd been looking after my Fazer in my abscense. I still haven't recovered!

[smg id=960 type=preview align=center caption="Leaving Marmaris. Bye, Turkey!"]

Three weeks of enjoying Turkey, sailing, swimming and brilliant fresh fruit and veg! The time flew by as if on wings, although there were several moments when I severly missed being able to zoom abound on the FZS. It was an interesting experience being back out: the last time I'd been in Turkey had been in October 2009, for a paltry 10 days half term, when I used to live on that boat for 6 months of the year, for up to 4 months at a time. It was great catching up with old friends, but strange to see all the changes to the places I knew, not to mention missing people who'd simply sailed on. One thing is certain though, the trip was bloody good fun!! 

OK, attempt two. Farjo, please don't kill me for the amount I'm about to upload, and please don't reset the server and destroy the post again!  :lol

Right, here goes.

So, I arrived in Gocek, Turkey on the 20th of May. After catching a bus to Gocek, I arrived at the boat at about midnight. The next day, we motored down to Boynuz Buku, one of our favourite bays.

[smg id=922 type=preview align=center caption="Mianda leaving Gocek"]

[smg id=923 type=preview align=center caption="Leaving Gocek"]

[smg id=924 type=preview align=center caption="The entrance to Boynuz Buku"]

When in Boynuz, I had a chance to play with a few of my old toys.

[smg id=925 type=preview align=center caption="The aquagilder"]

[smg id=926 type=preview align=center caption="The sea scooter - 33 (sea)horse power?"]

We had to return to Gocek the next day though, as Mum had to return to France to look after little bro over his half term before his A levels. Mianda became a bachelor boat for the next two weeks. And, as you'll see below, was loaded suitably. 

[smg id=927 type=preview align=center caption="Gocek again"]

[smg id=928 type=preview align=center caption="The main cabin. It didn't stay that tidy for long!"]

[smg id=929 type=preview align=center caption="The den of inquity - my cabin"]

[smg id=930 type=preview align=center caption="Supplies. Dad and I got through all that!!"]

Yes, all that is beer.

A few days later, Dad and I went to Tomb Bay for the swimming (we were based in Boynuz again). On the way, we saw this gorgeous boat! Named after me, and built in Pendennis shipyard, near Falmouth, a mere few miles from where my Pa grew up as a boy!

[smg id=931 type=preview align=center caption="S/Y Christopher"]

[smg id=932 type=preview align=center caption="S/Y Christopher's stern"]

A few days later, we continued up the coast to Marmaris, to meet up with friends. The trip was uneventful (apart from my seasickness - of which there are no pics, thank God), although there were some good comic moments.

[smg id=933 type=preview align=center caption="Dad opening a jar of jam"]

Yes, that *is* a hammer. And yes, it is legit. He isn't posing.

In Marmaris, I was able to catch up with Thomas, the guy responsible for me getting into biking by both having a beautiful and immaculate Ducati Monster, but also for giving me a model Ducati Desmosedici which has lived on my shelf ever since. Staring at that daily was a good inspiration!!

[smg id=934 type=preview align=center caption="Thomas"]

[smg id=935 type=preview align=center caption="Get a Fazer, Thomas!!"]

A few days later, we sailed up towards Bozburun, Bencik and Keci Buku.

[smg id=936 type=preview align=center caption="Proof that Mianda doens't just motor everywhere!"]

[smg id=937 type=preview align=center caption="Early morning in Bozburun"]

[smg id=939 type=preview align=center caption="Bozburun again"]

[smg id=940 type=preview align=center caption="This is the life!!"]

[smg id=941 type=preview align=center caption="Dad in a characteristic pose"]

[smg id=942 type=preview align=center caption="Keci Buku"]

Limit reached - continued...

Must be MINT.....

Anyone use them? I have white ones.

Selling headlight and infill panels for 2001 - 2005 fazer 1000. on fleabay -


http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/140993292387?s...1555.l2649

Anyone else got speakers on there bike? I have. 700w.....Don't see many people with them to be honest.

hi lads as this is my first time bleeding my brakes more so the front my
question is which one do i start with the right or left ?

cheers yamy Gordon .

Hi All
Just to say hello must admit i have had my Fazer 1000 for7 years! not quite a sure if i like it yet!!!
Based in the sticks in Hampshire i also run xtz750 super ten and a ccm r30.
Well hope to see u soon .Browner.

Walking home today and I saw this. Guy in full leathers boots, gloves and lid.

Girl on the back? Street clothes and a lid. Not even a pair of gloves.

What a dickhead.

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Just got me a thou shock for an upgrade - I,ve seen the previous threads - any thing to watch out for from those who have done the upgrade?