Travel To Turkey

Travel To Turkey on S. Bureau of Information, near the ferry wharf, is at the service of visitors arriving on the isd. . m. Port Hastings, at one time an important coal shipping town. Hwy. leaves the route for Baddeck, m. Travel To Turkey 2016.

When it comes to refreshing some rusty sailing skills, my choice of location is a no-brainer. Sailing holiday in the UK: bone-chilling water, unpredictable weather, posh knobs. Sailing holiday in Turkey: warm sea, sunshine, relaxed atmosphere.

Half an hour from Bodrum, Club Marverde is a Sunsail school set beside a sheltered bay. My two-day, Royal Yachting Association-approved sailing course doesn’t start until day three, so on my first morning I take out a near-uncapsizable tub in which kids are taught.

I want to…

Out at sea, I take the helm. At the first gust of wind, the spinnaker (the big billowing sail at the front of a boat) delivers a thwack of power and the side of the dinghy we’re on starts to lift out of the water. I’m loving it, racing along and leaning out over the side. Even though I’m getting careful instructions,

I push my luck and suddenly we tip over so far that water starts flooding the bottom of the boat. Shit! In the ensuing panic, I lose my footing and we nearly capsize, but miraculously I regain control. My sailing skills are getting rust-free by the minute…

styl-165It’s all plain sailing as Amanda takes the helm-under instructor Neil’s watchful eye Day three dawns bright and sunny. The course consists of five hours’ tuition a day and leads to an RYA Level 2 certificate (one step up from the Level 1 beginners’ course, which you can also do at Marverde). There’s a maximum of four students per instructor, but today there’s just Paul, from Scotland, and me. Neil has two days to brush up our basic sailing skills, including rigging the boat, tacking and gybing (steering manoeuvres), and tying three different knots (clove hitch, anyone?).

Neil is encouraging, friendly and patient and, after the first day, I feel I’ve made progress even if I have scuffed knees, sore legs and am dog tired.

On day four, we practise manoeuvres over and over.

The wind picks up, making the boat faster, honing our skills and building confidence. Other boats capsize left, right and centre, but we stay upright and complete our drills. By 5pm, Paul and I are knackered but exultant.

However, before we can be awarded our certificate, we have to complete capsize drill. It’s a moment I’ve been dreading. Fifty yards from the beach, Neil tips us over and we’re launched into the water. We right the boat and, seconds later, Neil is back on board and then I must haul myself in too. Searching for something to make this easier, I grab a foot strap – which happens to be between his splayed legs. He laughs and mischievously says, ‘I wondered what you were going for there!’

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