Turkey 2013

NOTE:  When Sharon adds comments, they will be in {curly brackets}.  Comments added AFTER coming back to San Jose are in [square brackets].

 

Report 2. Day 2.  Sunday, September 98, 2013. A Full Day.

I had a poor first night's sleep. I just didn't seem sleepy. So at near first light, I get up and shoot some photos in the apartment. We are on Floor 4, but that's European notation. In the U.S. I would say I'm on the fifth floor.

Tara takes orders and fixes fried and hard-boiled eggs, sliced tomato and cucumber, olives, toast and butter and cream cheese for breakfast, that I can remember.

THE PASTA MAKER

Cihan is not a master chef, but he IS THE master chef, if you ask me. He is into pasta making and sets up his new purchases to make angel hair pasta, which we will have with a nice sauce later sometime.. {We brought the pasta maker attachments for the KitchenAid as I mentioned in the first report.}

Cihan and Tara take us to a seaside restaurant for lunch. The weather is spectacularly pleasant, and we spend an hour or so relaxing and snacking on lunch.

LUNCH

We are right on the shoreline. Fishermen cast out with their long rigs, and wait, as fisherman do.

I take a stroll out shooting the two pictures above and the one below right, of the shipyard view from here.

Cihan chooses a table for us, and after a trip to the loo for some, Cihan and Tara tell us about the things are available and options, then after we tell him what we want, he orders for all of us.

Look at those smiles. These are some happy people, I can tell you.

After lunch we head for the car. The massive crane is always visible and tells me where we are at any time.



THE BOAT SHOW

So we finally make it to the boat show. A decade or more ago, in San Jose, artists painted and decorated sharks (commemorating the San Jose Sharks ice hockey team). Here, we're delighted to see they've done the same thing with fish. A fellow is demonstrating what I would call a uni-segway. I love his hands in his pockets. Lean forward, back, left or right to change the motion, direction, or velocity.

A friendly Greenpeace girl asks me what it says on my tee shirt. I try to explain to her the intricate humor of the movie Napoleon Dynamite, but she can't understand even basic English, so she signals for me to wait till her companion finishes talking with some people and can come over. Turns out he doesn't understand enough either, so we smile and part company.

It turns out that the expensive automobile people advertise at boat shows too. Makes sense. {I guess if you can afford a multi-million $ yacht you might want a nice car too.}A worker with a cockatoo passes by with the weight of the world on his -- oh, never mind.

A series of tents reminding me of Arabian Caravans is the foreground for still another shot of the shipyard cranes. I like the red carpet that's all over the place.

A coordinated effort has put a pattern of flags on the masts of a dozen or so sailboats. This Seabob costs about $3500. You hold onto the handles and ride the back end of it like a horse, or just trail straight behind if you are under water, or even if you just feel like it I guess. I ask if they have any larger SeaCihan's, but only in my mind, as it turns out, do I ask.

Cihan models a convertible. A BMW I think. I learn from Tara that Turkish doesn't have any 'W' letter, and they call this a BMV. To the right are the same convertible and a Bentley.

A fish by any other angle is still a fish. Cihan caresses the Bentley.

The sun is starting to go down, casting great light everywhere.

Rather than close parking, the docked boats have close bumping.

There is something wonderful about a marina full of sailboats.

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The sun continues its magic disappearing act.

One last fish makes an appearance. Cihan wants to look at one or two of the big boats here at the show, so we go looking for them.

 

The "Little" Boat - the Sunseeker Predator 84

The little boat can sleep 8 guests, can accommodate a crew of 4, consisting of 3 boat crew and 1 "housekeeper". It is 87 feet long, 21 feet wide, twin props, full-load draft 7 feet. Maximum speed up to 37 knots. Range 350 nautical miles.

We love the name of the boat - the "Whatever". We think it is a new boat, but the salesman who accompanied us (actually a very friendly fellow) near the end of the tour says it is two or three years old, is a used boat, and is priced at about 3.2 million dollars. He laughs and says, "But if you take it today, we could drop the 'point two'."

To not bring dirt from our shoes on board, we each put on disposable paper booties over our shoes. We come up the walk connecting the dock to the boat, and the photo at right is the first thing we see.

 

I move in near the back of the white sofa in the right hand picture, and take the photo with Cihan, below left. The stairs to the below deck is seen, well, below.

 

The lounge includes a nice viewing monitor.

 

Directly below is the bridge.

 

Below is a panorama, of the bridge, sweeping through the lounging area to the back.

 

There are three rooms below deck, each shown below and each "ensuite", that is to say, with their own bathrooms.

 

The bathroom of one of the rooms, at left. Sharon catches me down a hall and through an opening. Can you see my bald spot?

 

Back upstairs, a couple of shots of a sculpture and the lounging area, with the dining table outside, through the rear door.

 

On the outdoor bridge {So you can drive the boat from inside or up top, outside}, the two prospective owners talk over the pros and cons of buying the boat. The conversation goes like this: "Now what are some of the pro's?" "I thought you had a pro." "I didn't have a pro. I thought YOU had a pro." Et-freakin'-cetera.


 

The Big Boat

As we leave the "Whatever", Cihan walks ahead while the rest of us slow to look at various things. He comes to the other boat he's interested in (he had checked the boat show boats on the internet) and tells the greeting girl that we'd like to see the boat. She looks him up and down and said, "If you have a card, give it to me. I'll see that my boss gets it, and we'll get back to you tomorrow." Very dismissive of the girl. Cihan says something like, "I don't have a card. I'm not gonna give you a card. We're from America and we want to see this boat. You go tell your boss that." She hurries onto the boat, comes back in short order, all excited, "Yes, of course, the owner will be happy to show you the boat. Put these booties on and go aboard."

A description of the boat: 111 feet long, six luxurious staterooms for 12 guests, sleeping quarters for 6 crew, captain, 1st mate, 2 stewardesses, a chef and a , housekeeper. A catamaran, it is 30 feet at the beam, draws a maximum of about 8 fee of depth, has a max speed of 25 knots and a cruising speed of 23 knots. At 8 knots, it can make it to the Caribbean home port of the Virgin Islands on one tank of diesel.

It is 14 million dollars, but there is a special arrangment with this boat. {They sell shares like a timeshare and you get to use the yacht which is like a floating hotel with the staff, who take care of you. They had several destinations to where you could take the yacht.}

It is a MUCH bigger boat, is the "Quaranta". There is a jacuzzi on the deck, as you see below, with the shore lights reflected on the water.

 

There is a special, wonderful feeling being on the boat, at night, Pendik shore lights across the water, perfect weather, small breeze. I imagine what it would be like to actually be on the boat with lots of friends. The dining area seats about a thousand, as a rough estimate. Sharon lights up the background. {DO I look like I belong on this boat? In my dreams maybe.}

 

A nice panarama of the harbor.

An inside table seats ten, not counting those four corners, where overflow people always seem to find a spot big enough.

The huge lounge makes me want to plop down on a sofa. The stairway to the next level down (there are four levels!) is made of beautiful hardwoods.

 

The control center is pretty spectacular. There are six bedrooms, the first one shown here with the salesman who is showing us around.

 

Sharon makes her way to the next deck down, where we find more bedrooms. Control panels at the head of the bed allow one to automatically close a shade over the window and much more.

 

Jacuzzi anyone? I like to occasionally reaffirm that mirrors still work the way they are supposed to.

 

Yawn. Another spectacular bedroom suite. Through the stair railing, you can see a hallway with recessed areas. There are about eight of these recessions, each with beautiful poster. We ask the salesman what they are for, and without blinking, he says, "Possible destinations."

 

A sitting area attached to yet another bedroom. {the saleman showing us the "popup" TV at the foot of the bed}

 

And one last twin bedroom.

Jazzed, we leave, wondering how we can scrape up our share of the $45,000 each parter must come up with for the annual maintenance bill.

After a stop in the Metro (like Costco), we make our way home, and enjoy our first night of Rummikub. We play two games. I win one and one of the opponents wins the other. Just kidding - it's Cihan.


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