One day last summer we took a boat from Kaş on the Turkish coast out to the Greek island of Kastellorizo (or Meis, its Turkish name), a few kilometres away. My father and son and I whiled away a few hours by the picturesque harbour, eating and drinking, and observing the quiet comings and goings of island life. This fishing boat is one of many there. Who needs buoys when you can recycle your old diesel and water bottles? To misquote William Morris terribly “Have nothing on your boats that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful”.
The journey back to Kaş was memorable for two reasons. As our ferry turned in the harbour, a cry went up from the port side. It took a few moments for us to understand that a dolphin had been spied and there was much excitement, amongst tourists and locals alike. Then, two kilometres into the five kilometre journey, we were forced to give a wide berth to a man paddling to Kaş on a lilo. A very strange and intriguing sight. Any thoughts on why he chose to travel that way?