The winds are favourable – I continue along the impressive north coast of Turkey: high mountain ridges that drop steeply to the sea and seem somewhat repellent. On the map, I discover a new harbour, much too large to belong to this small village… I moor. There is hardly anyone there. Why would there be? Life is slow and probably continues further inland. Only two boys stop by, Jakob and Iahia (if I understood their names correctly); boredom is written all over their faces.
The place itself, actually built somewhat inland and not oriented towards the sea, looks deserted. It is lunchtime. A kind of café offers a lunch menu. Making contact is pointless. On the beach, between the village and the harbour, there are three parasols, firmly planted in the sand, and a few lamps are lit. There are no bathers to be seen. One or two coffee-like restaurants, ready-made pizza and ice cream, as well as drinks and tea. That’s it.