What an awful night that was, battered around non stop. The boat was bouncing about on the constant swell and was really annoying. Neither of us slept much. We had gone to bed early ish 09.30 as really tired, but by 11.pm we were both up. Both snuggled under blankets watching the town spin passed us over and over!! By 03.30 I climbed into bed and Kevin, still wrapped in his comforter, dozed on. At 06.00 we woke and hurriedly washed, dressed and ate, just to move our bobbing kejstral. The anchor took a bit of manoeuvring, by 07.30 we were heading out towards the bay entrance, not realising that within 20 mins, we would be returning!! The swell was enormous, our inexperience told us no, get back to a safer place. So, about turn and headed into the middle of the three bays on the north side of Yalikavak. So much calmer :) we anchored, also put out a second anchor, then climbed into bed for an hour. By the time we woke at 10.00, we felt a little better. Decided to have an early lunch, then head out to shore on the rib. We tied up on a pontoon from the desolate beach club Xuma. Once ashore we realised we were not alone, various workmen were dotted around, putting the beach club back together. Every season seems to involve a major clean up, rebuild scenario. Perhaps if these places were built properly the first time around .... As were headed out of the beach club grounds, we realised that it was gated, padlocked shut, oops! So over a wall and through the prickly bracken :( once we reached the road, on top of the hill, were forgot the prickles, the view was spectacular. The whole of the bay was bathed in glorious sunshine, it was amazing. An hour later we reached the seafront where town life was begining to bustle around. Picked up some ceramic gate numbers en route. A few English walking around, you can select them easily, shorts and flip flops in the worst wind ever!! Us in our rab jackets, huddled together like a pair of oldies!! Found a coffee shop with Internet, just to let everyone know our issues with weather. On checking the weather, we decided we could leave in the morning to head towards Gundogan ( Sunday) as the wind was at its best and Monday looked even worse. Plan .........get some final provisions, have a crafty beer then head back for tea. Shopping aquired, however beer was not. The wind was so strong around the deserted bars, there was just no shelter at all. So beer abandoned, just bought some cake instead :) Taxi back to beach club was our only choice, the water, milk and cakes were a little too heavy to walk for an hour. By 4.30 pm we were safely back aboard. Cuppa in hand, feeling better that we had a good plan. Teatime, chicken nuggets, veg and mash with gravy of course. Then settled to read, play on hudl until we were too knackered to keep our eyes open 10.30 pm in bed.
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