Heading for the gap, and then a break ashore. Hadn't expected to find it was going to be a busy wee stop, with a few boatloads of other tourists soon turning up, and various things to do. Cup of apple tea (very popular here), something to eat, a wee dip and/or a snooze.

Turkish flags abound. Suspect that's partly because some of the islands further along the coast, and very close to the mainland, are a part of Greece, and if out in a boat, you'd be advised to keep an eye out for the flags, and not stray into another country's territory.

A fairly long open crossing took us back to the mainland, with a pause and move to a beach where boats hadn't discharging there bilges (ahem). Load up the kayaks on a trailer, and then head around to jetty so as to collect our luggage from the support boat Nicola, load it in a minibus, and all head of to the hotel in Kaş.

We'd had some good laughs on the Nicola, and were saddened to leave her and the crew. A fair amount of liquid, not all alcoholic, had been consumed, especially last night. All manner of tales had been told, from our mixed group. Good that we all kind of easily jelled and enjoyed each others company, and differences. Not sure how, or who caused the direction of flow of conversation at one point towards to arm wrestling, but the resultant competitions between those so inclined was most entertaining. We thought it was John, a Canadian, that would win the men's event, but I seem to recall the boat's skipper getting the better of him. Much hilarity and fun.

Swimming in the bays from the Nicola had been beautiful. Shoals of small fish were always about, and would rapidly appear if any food crumbs fell in the water. This morning I'd been standing at the stern of the boat, glanced up, and caught sight of a brilliant turquoise and orange flash hurtling by, between the boat and shore. Could only be one bird. One that I'd sought out, and missed, so many times before at home. The beautiful, Kingfisher. At last. My first ever sighting. Perhaps their beautiful colouring is to match the likes of these waters, as it's nothing like those where it's found back at home.

On the second and third mornings, a small boat had appeared alongside, selling delicious fresh breads and pastries. Much appreciated. Food all around was excellent, and perhaps classic Mediterranean, and certainly suiting the climate. On this evening, at the hotel, a very long table was set up, with our group of fourteen joining with several others, all dining together at the same time. Great atmosphere, and food.