Out And About With Hilda and Stan Wuthering Heights Today’s the big day! Hilda takes to the skies. We are off to our favorite beach Silver Sands for the long awaited launch (been put of every week so far by Hilda). Stan says she is scared. She’s going Para gliding!!! Stan is very apprehensive about this venture; Hilda gets nose bleeds on an escalator. Well there is no turning back now, the boys are waiting down at the beach, Stan’s made sure of that bit, and he even slipped them a bit extra to give Hilda an extra long turn. Ali takes Hilda down to the water and shows her the special harness for her to try, its new the latest safety model, Stan mutters under his breath “you mean extra large” It just fits the boys carefully explain the safety procedure and show Hilda where to hold on and not to touch the clips. Hilda nods to say she understands and suddenly its time to go. The boat is ready. Hilda stands still as if in a trance. “Don’t worry” Stan tells the confused staff “that’s normal!! I get the same reaction when I ask her for a couple of bob for the pub” He shoves her forward and Hilda wades out into the clear waters. Getting into the boat is actually not quite as straight-forward as she thought it would be, but she manages rather well. From Stan’s vantage point and she reminds him of one of those walruses heaving itself onto a beach!! Clunk! She’s fastened in, the point of no return. Whoosh the boat takes off and she’s away. Stan now grinning like a Cheshire Cat slopes of to the bar. Peace at last he thinks, little does he know its to be short lived as high up in the stratosphere you can hear Hilda wailing like a banshee. Stan looks up from his beer to see hoards of people pointing and looking skyward, following there gaze he looks up to see Hilda gliding of in the direction of Samos with the boat in hot pursuit. Houston, we have a problem!!! She seems to be floating nicely in the breeze and is not showing any sign of an imminent landing. Hope she’s back in time to cook dinner he thinks. It’s going to be a while now so I might as well have another Efes. Meanwhile somewhere above the bay Hilda is just beginning to enjoy the experience of flying through the air and is desperately trying to remember which clip she was told not to touch. It can’t be this one she thought and pressed it. Suddenly everything seemed to change, firstly she started to go slower, which was rather pleasant and she couldn’t see the boat anymore (then again she didn’t have her reading glasses on). She thought she could hear shouting but obviously it wasn’t anything to do with her, so she just enjoyed the view, as she headed toward the Milipark Not been blessed with a good memory Hilda tried to remember what the boys had said about landing and dimly remembered something about being wound back onto the boat by some kind of pulley thing. Looking down she couldn’t work out how they would do that when she wasn’t actually attached to the boat. Never mind she thought I expect it will work itself out. The wind was dropping and the coastline of the Milipark seemed to be coming up rather fast, or was it that she was coming down? As she approached the beach she saw a crowd of men in green uniforms, waving at her, how friendly, she thought, they are obviously waiting for me. As she got closer even without the benefit of her reading glasses she realized that they were actually soldiers and weren’t waving but brandishing guns. Terrified Hilda landed in an undignified heap at their feet and tried to explain, in her not very good Turkish what had happened. Fortunately they saw the funny side and as in any crises gave her tea and sympathy till the speed boat arrived and took her back to Silver Sands. By now Stan has lost count of how many Efes he has drunk. He is just starting to think that he will have to stay out for dinner when he hears the voice that can sink a thousand ships. “STANLEY” Oops I’m in for it now he thinks frantically pushing the empties across the table, “Yes dear” he sheepishly replies “Did you have a nice time? You were away a long time, you certainly got your monies-worth” Then he sees the look on her face and realizes all is not well. “Sit down dear” he tells her and orders her a large drink (and one for himself of course) “Well dear how was it? I could hear you but not see you!!) Hilda gulps down the drink and tells Stan of ordeal, concentrating on how frightened she was and failing to mention the handsome soldiers and all their mobile numbers she had written on the back of her hand! He sympathizes and starts to wonder what he can find for her to do next, after she has made dinner of course, after all it’s been a long day and he’s rather peckish!

Cambria A True Legend 1928 Kusadasi Marina has recently been host to one of the most famous yachts currently sailing. Built in 1928 by William Fife at his Fairlie yard on the Clyde “Cambria” was built for the immensely rich newspaper magnate Sir William Berry. Sir William wanted a gentleman’s racing yacht that could compete on equal terms with the best of the day. These yachts included King George Vs “Britannia” Sir Thomas Lipton’s Shamrock V Sir T.O.M. Sopwith's Endeavor, and Mr. W.L. Stephenson (of Woolworth’s fame) Velsheda. Other now legendary names of the day include Lulworth, White Heather and Westward. Her brief racing career over Cambria was sold to Sir Robert McAlpine in 1934. He changed her name to Lillias and bought her to the Mediterranean; on his death in 1936 she was purchased by Mr. H.F. Giraud and moved to IIicia near Cesme where she became a cruiser. She sailed round the Eastern Mediterranean with the Ottoman jet set aboard. Regular guests in those days were Shah Reza, king Fiesel and Kemal Mustafa Ataturk, the creator of modern Turkey. Savarona, the presidential yacht, was often to be seen rocking at anchor alongside Lillias. The yacht ended up in Townsville Australia, in the Great Barrier Reef area. Discovered in 1994 by the Australian Prime Minister Paul Keating, the lines of Fife's design and the vessel's history immediately seduced three yachtsmen of great fame: John David, Denis ÒNeil and Iain Murray, the latter the designer of America's cuppers (Kookaburra I etc). The challenging restoration undertaken by the Norman Wright boatyards in Brisbane, Eastern Australia, perfectly achieved the declared objective of philologically returning the vessel to her original appearance while maintaining high standards of safety and sailing efficiency. Under the supervision of Iain Murray the Honduras mahogany skin was restored, several planks having to be replaced together with numerous steel frames, while the entire hull was fixed with 6000 stainless steel rivets. The engine, a Cummins 300 HP installed four years after launching (racers never carried excess weight), was reconditioned and the teak deck replaced. Complete dismantling of the interior revealed that the mahogany had survived in excellent condition: 85% was reused, faithfully following the original layout, the only concession being an extra cabin in place of the large private suite created for Sir William Berry. On deck, seven discreet winches (back then there were a dozen paid hands to do their work) mean she can be raced with a crew of only nineteen. Not only her name but also her rig returned to the origins: the conversion from ketch to cutter. The interior, very elegant with shiny mahogany, fine velvets and button tufted leather, provides four cabins for eight lucky guests who can relive the atmosphere of 30's style yachting. After participating in the America's Cup Jubilee in 2001, together with the elite of the world's most beautiful yachts, a spellbound "Cambria" followed the classic racing circuit and then settled on the French Riviera. Cambria sits patiently waiting for her owner and his family to join her from Germany. Captain Chris and crew Dave, Chuck, Tash, George and Andy have been getting her ship-shape ready for a cruise round the Greek Isles before heading off to join the remaining J-Class yachts in the Classic Race Circuit. TECHNICAL DATA Overall length: 41.15m Beam: 6.10m Draft: 4.25m Displacement: 112.000 Kg. Designer and builder: William Fife Year of construction: 1928 Construction material: mahogany skin on steel frames Rig: cutter Mast height: 46.90m Mast material: Spruce and Oregon laminate, with carbon reinforcement at the head Sail area: 769 sq. m. reaching, 1.274 sq. m. running Engine: Cummins 300 HP mod. NT 855 M Speed under power: 10 knots Water tanks: 1.000 litres Fuel tanks: 1.800 litres

Kusadasi Celebrates Cabotage Day By Mary West The 1st July is Cabotage Day and is celebrated in many ports all over Turkey. Special celebrations are held in the South Eastern city of Van, centered around the lake and its islands. In Kusadasi it is is a special day for the local coastgaurd and the Captain and Crew dress in their best uniforms and the Coastgaurd Cutter is “Dressed Up All Over” a nautical term refering to the ship putting out all the flags. Cabotage trade is a political term describing the "coastwise trade of a nation to vessels flying its national flag". Usually, industrial countries have special laws pertaining to trade and travel of goods and persons in its own waters when the ship carrying them is registered domestically. These laws, commonly called "cabotage laws (acts)", give concessions to local ships by restricting port and waterway usage by vessels with foreign registrations "to promote the development of indigenous tonnage..."] Initially, laws like these will protect domestic businesses by giving them an advantage over exportation. Later, this will increase the country's income via taxes and fees collected from foreign businesses. The country will receive more income, when foreign businesses decide to register their vessels domestically. Cabotage is so important to Turkish trade that a National Day is held to comemorate its inception.

Out And About With Hilda And Stan Down on the Farm It was a Sunday; Stan had his nose buried in last weeks News of the World when the phone rang. He peered over the top, with a “it’s bound to be for you look” and turned his concentration back to the story about the vicar, several members of the Women’s Institute and novel uses for hassocks or was it cassocks? Hilda sighed and went to answer the phone. Stan had just about worked out the difference between hassocks and cassocks when Hilda returned. It was Mavis she told him, he looked puzzled, you know Mavis and Reg she explained, anyway Mavis's mother is ill and they want us to house sit for a week while they go to England. Fine, said Stan who has just reached a rather juicy bit about the Church Warden and what he saw in the vestry. Hilda picked up her magazine and waited, it didn’t take long. Stan dropped the paper, his glasses flying off his nose. “But what about all the animals?” he spluttered. “She was really worried about her mum” said Hilda “I told her you would be delighted to look after the animals, after all it’s only for a week. They are going tonight but Mavis has written down all the instructions. What can possibly go wrong?” Next day they were up at the crack of dawn well 9am and off to inspect the task in hand. Stan having given the matter some thought had reached the conclusion that it couldn’t be that hard, his opinion of Mavis was that she is a bit dippy and not too bright, so if she could do it, it was only common sense that someone such as himself with his military background (six weeks in the TA) would not only excel but make improvements to the no doubt haphazard way Mavis does things. Arriving at the house all looked peaceful and quiet, as they walked through the gate however Stan was nearly knocked over by the very boisterous greeting from Nelson, a rather large but very friendly mastiff, actually Nelson isn’t the dangerous one, as Stan discovered as Suzy the Jack Russell took a small chunk out of his ankle. Yelling with pain and surprise Stan had to sit down whilst Hilda fetched the Fist Aid kit from the car. Once the blood was cleaned up she was able to tell Stan that it was only a scratch, and anyway it was his own fault for frightening Suzy. Hilda went to the shed and found the list Mavis had left for them. It detailed the amount of food to give the chickens, goats, donkey, tortoises, dogs, cats and of course the pet lamb. Stan now over the worst of the pain excitedly headed for the chickens looking forward to fresh eggs for his breakfast. He found one almost straight away, but was so disappointed when Hilda explained that it was a dummy to encourage the hens to lay real ones, that she had to promise him bacon and eggs anyway when he got home. Hilda consulted the list and fetched the halters for the goats; apparently they had to be taken round to the empty land down the road to graze on the lush long grass. After a few attempts the halters were on and Stan leading two goats and followed by the donkey made an interesting site plodding down the road. Hilda decided to fetch the lamb, now Hilda had never actually seen the lamb before. Mavis had “rescued” it when it was going to be slaughtered so she had a bit of a soft spot for it. Hilda opened the stable door and couldn’t believe her eyes, there was the biggest Ram she had ever seen. Not only was it huge but it had enormous curving horns that looked as if they could do serious damage. The ram, not familiar with strange ladies in pink shell suits was equally taken aback and deciding that Hilda’s fashion sense left a lot to be desired decided to follow the others down to the grazing. He was most upset at as he saw it almost left behind that he shouted to the others to wait and started to run to catch up with them. By this time Stan was beginning to enjoy the novelty of walking along the road with his menagerie when he heard Hilda’s scream and looked up to seen a very large animal with huge horns charging at him. In his panic to get away he dropped the halters and made an extremely undignified attempt at a vault over a neighbor’s wall. He landed in a crumpled heap among some stinging nettles and opened his eyes to see the very curious family eyeing him over their breakfast. Fortunately they spoke some English and while they helped him out the nettles he explained that he was being chased by a mad animal with huge horns, they nodded and made sympathetic noises and went to check the situation. A few minutes late they returned with a slightly shaken Hilda and their 6 year old daughter riding happily on the back of the “mad animal with huge horns”. As they explained later over breakfast the animals were all really friendly and were a common site in the neighborhood. But they could quite understand how appearances could be deceptive!! The neighbors suggested they help to look after the animals till Mavis returned, Stan jumped at the chance and even Hilda looked relieved. Thanks to the neighbors the rest of the week passed mainly without incident. Well apart from loosing a tortoise for two days (Hilda had no idea they were so quick, she swore she only turned her back on it for a second) Nelson found it roaming in the undergrowth and decided it made quite a good ball till it got fed up and bit his nose. Stan and Suzy waged a battle all week over Stan’s feet. Stan said it was the hideous socks Hilda made him wear but Hilda was convinced that it was the smell of his feet that upset Suzy. Even the chickens seemed happy and by the end of the week everyone had fresh eggs for breakfast.

Kusadasi Coast to Become Marina Hotspot By Mary west BA Boating of all types is becoming an increasingly important sector of the tourist and leisure industry. There is already a chain of marinas on Turkeys west coast stretching from Istanbul in the north to Alanya in the south. Kusadasi currently has the Setur Marina at the northern end of the town. The marina attracts visitors not only from Europe but as far a field as Australia, New Zealand, China, Japan and of course the Americas. Walking around the marina you will be surprised to see that a large proportion of boats are resisted in North America, mostly in Delaware, these boats are mainly Turkish owned but registered in the USA to avoid paying the Turkish tax. The marina has now added a new feature a 2 meter high fence!!!! This has caused a lot of ill feeling amongst boat owners, who were not consulted prior to its erection. Many people are concerned on a safety basis. There are very few gates which could lead to a serious problem in the event of a fire on a boat. Each boat has only 1 key making it inconvenient if the boat passengers are not all going out at the same time. In many places the fence is very close to the boats making it feel claustrophobic. Boat owners are fed up of visitors making remarks about not feeding the animals! This fence could have adverse affects on the marinas busines. If plans go ahead we will have another luxury marina at the Old Club Med site. This will incorporate a hotel and leisure complex if approved. Guzelcamli has already had plans approved for a new development which will include the current fishing harbor as well as having hotel, restaurants, shops and other leisure facilities. A new ferry service to Samos is also planned. As anyone who owns or uses a boat will tell you, they are a labour intensive item and are constantly needing repairs and maintenance. This can only bode well for the local economy, more jobs will be created for crews for the boats, and better still employment with be created for the skilled workforce already in the area. Competition to attract the vessels should improve standards all round and provide an opportunity to maximize the impact of good advertising and marketing skills. Two towns already in the forefront are Davutlar and Guzelcamli. For a long time in the shadow of there big neighbour Kusadasi, both have started to gear up their infrastructure to welcome a well earned boost to their economy. New wider roads, street lighting, cleaner streets and most of all a big warm welcome. Guzelcamli are building a new marina in the near future that alone will bring more tourists. Its proximity to the national park makes it an ideal starting point for the increasing number of so called green tourists as the park offers a wide variety of eco-friendly pursuits. The small town its self still has a village atmosphere but offers a wide selection of facilities for the visitor. Just outside the town is the famous mystic cave of Zeus where Aphrodite the goddess of beauty is said to have swam. Davutlar has made a start by building a small sheltered anchorage for shallow drafted craft up to around 3 meters in length. It is situated next to the very popular public picnic area at love beach. It is all ready proving very popular and is encouraging more local people to become day boaters. The emphasis on utilizing all types of water craft from the large cruise ships at Kusadasi, charter vessels, privately owned yachts and motor cruisers and small day boats is making the area a Mecca for boats of all types. Along with boats themselves come the spin-off pursuits such as diving, parasailing, speed boat trips, water skiing, fishing trips etc. All these activities help the local economy bringing in money and employment. Given the right marketing strategy the Kusadasi area should become one of the premier boating areas in the Mediterranean.