Gulet

I am sitting here in the inner cabin of the gulet with the Captain and deck hands and tour guide at the other table. They are watching Batman movie on a small 15"tv, 1 of the deckhands has a small notebook open, and the Captain is using it to skype his daughter. Sounds like a young girl on the other end of the skype phone. Tour guide's cell phone rings; another deck hand's cell phone rings. I am using the tour guide's wi-fi connected laptop to write this message.

This is the last night on the gulet. The 4th night. I finally get it: sailing is like camping, only it's on the water. Showers limited, bed a bit hard. But the food has been great. Each day there has been swimming in the sea, hiking in the forest. Today we visited a shepherd and his family out in the middle of what seemed like nowhere, until 2 other tour groups traisped along.

To my english ear, the language here sounds like a mix of russian, norwegian, italian, greek, arabic. Lots of ch, tch, lll, ylyl. MOre on that later. Battery going.