Day three

Day three

With a thump on the door I grudgingly opened my eyes to the third day on the boat. I had stayed up a bit later than i had wanted but I was excited about making music on my iphone using garage band and had a solid dubby number evolving by the second, what am I supposed to do? Anyway all my moaning to myself was complete nonsense and Ben had made amazing breakfast of scramled eggs with fresh tomatos and spring onion, that sorted me right out.

A beatiful and suitable sunshine graced my pale face as i poked my head out the hatch, "lardida where have you been then? " said Mick who had found my like for cigar smoking amusing" Who wants to scrape the rudder ? said Doug, I had volunteered yesterday and I kept my word to a degree. I had a snorkel and flippers and after an amazing hot shower I decided to face the cold sea diving and take the plunge, fuck, it was cold but nice and refreshing and not as cold as the Lanzerote sea back in December. I have learned that I am a buoyant mo fo an it was hard getting underneath. I jumped out after a few mins and went back on the boat to warm. The mood was quite tense at this point and with Mick not having the papers we required everything was looking like it was on a back burner till tomorrow. 
A hop and a skip later we were tearing up the marina in the Joker a powerful litle outoard saw this little boat skimmed across the water with no probs at all.
Mick gave Ben and I £400 to get food, we waited on the wave breakers for a bus, i dont like waiting for buses but I couldnt complain this time, the scenery was stunning. We got off in central Marmaris and with a little local direction from a helpful english couple we found out that Kippers was the largest and cheapest supermarket nearby. Ben was very keen to get on with the task but I had to say to him " we are not leaving till tommorow, lets enjoy ourselfs and get a nice lunch" he agreed and we found a great little Turkish food place that did stuffed mini marrows and a melt in the mouth chicken shish, all washed down with a Efes beer it was 44 tl which is about 15 quid for the pair of us!
Dale fucking Winton would of been proud of us if he had seen us shop in Kippers. Everything was needed and we had shit loads of cash, Ben seemed intent on getting lots of basics but I onthe other hand fancied some delicacies so I think we ended up with a good selction of treats and provisions.
       Four fucking trolleys we filled, the poor lady on the till was in chaos I had to tell her to stop piling up more stuff but then he till actually said we couldnt buy anymore? Never heard that one, but I was kimd of releaved that we didnt have to carry any more .We had the manager and two other workers helping us luckily and the cab arrived shortly after a whippy ice cream. There are people who i have seen on the phone drving but this guy was having a full txt chat while driving us home over the rally style dirt tracks, I was a little concerned for our safety at several points and I ended up asking him t drive properly after we nearly hit a a truck pulling over suddenly before us. We got home nice and loaded the dingy to take to the yacht, we had bought batteries and my litlle casio keyboard was running low so i tried to find it, Ben had fucking chucked it away by accident in a major clear up the day before and was very apologetic when I told him how much it meant to me, although i did have a softspot for the thing i didnt want such small thing to reuin thetrip so I told him it was cool and he id he will get me a new one.