Some videos of Finike and our marina

Have a look at

If you have a good connection, look at the bottom of the video window and click the little gear. Select 720 for the best resolution.

And have a look at this map,+Turkey/@36.348024,30.2763051,11z/data=!4m2!3m1!1s0x14c225a3f6457a2d:0x342331e90662e19f

This helicopter video is following the roughly east/west beach from the bay at the right of the map, and ending after it passes Finike, the marina and then goes to the small bay west of Finike. You will see the D-400 highway appear about halfway through the flight.

And please email me others if you know of them.


Bad Fire

I realize that is a poor choice of words. There are not many good fires. Unless they’re in a fireplace.

When I was doing my exercise is this morning, there was a huge amount of smoke in the valley, and as the sun came up, I thought it was worth a photo.

Unfortunately, each summer, due to many months of no rain whatsoever, fires are far too common.

The Cradle of Civilization

I think that I have mentioned this before, but I just found this nice History Channel video. Clearly showing that Turkey is indeed, the Cradle of Civilization.

12,000 year old, very advanced ruins found in Turkey.

In the first link, they speculate that these carvings are proof of Noah’s Ark, and the great flood.

Say what?

I have no idea where that came from! Perhaps in boiling down the story to fit in the time allowed, they left out a huge section of the evidence. It seems a bit like finding a quill pen, and deciding that it was used to sign the American Declaration of Independence, the Magna Carta, and to write the first five books of the Bible.

Also, the National Geographic site suggested this was the first temple. I have no idea why they say that. I tend to concentrate on what is visible, and not so much on speculation.

But, I think it is indisputable that this is a site that is more than twice as old as anything else that we have found, that was constructed by humans. And was made at a dramatically higher level of artistic sophistication than Stonehenge. And, about 2000 years after was built, it was very carefully hidden. The site provides far more questions than answers. But, it is indisputable proof that there is ever so much that we do not know about human history.




Finike Bike Race 009I have many friends with bicycles and some are into watching the races. I even know some with $15,000 carbon fiber/titanium toys.

The 50th PRESIDENTIAL CYCLING TOUR OF TURKEY 27 April-4 May 2014 just left from near the marina at 1100 this morning.

Unfortunately, they had the Mother of All Crashes near here last year.

That might be why MANY cars went by with a gaggle of bikes on the roof of each one. Prang your $40,000 bike? Here’s another. Get going!

One of my favorite videos is

But, I wish they had thrown Butt Head’s bike down on top of him.

More at


“Do you feel safe in Turkey?” Yes!

Have a look at these links: <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<CRIME


“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
―but EXACTLY where did Dr. Seuss say that? I love it, but what is the real origin?

“Camel Wrestling” and more

I had two pieces of very enjoyable, special excitement, this week.

In Antalya, a much larger city about 2 1/2 hours north of here by bus, they have concerts on some Friday evenings. A Dutch sailor who has been based here for many years, often arranges for a chartered bus to take sometimes as many as 45 people from the Marina to Antalya for about two hours of shopping malls, a meal in a nice restaurant, and the concert for that week.

Because of the way things are arranged, often there is not very much notice. That is to say that, in the past, we only learned about it, a very few days before it happened. Awkward, if you had already made arrangements for the timeslot. Janet went to quite a few of them when we were here before, and always enjoyed them very much. But, I am often not big on classical music, and I had not yet gone.

When I missed one this Fall, that, as I recall, had one of England’s top violinists, playing a Stradivarius, insured for 2,000,000 pounds, and doing some fantastic pieces, I decided I needed to go to the next one.

Unfortunately, the man who usually does it is out of town right now, but, Edward, another very generous Dutch cruiser, that Janet and I first met in Portugal, in 2005, filled in the gap. He did all of the arranging, and finding out exactly what the program would be. Surprisingly, that often changes at the last minute.

He hired the bus, counted heads and made sure that we all got on, and all got off, at not one, but two shopping venues in Antalya. And then he made sure that we all got back on the bus and got to the restaurant, and counted us as we all got back on the bus and went to the auditorium, We all enjoyed the concert very much! And he even made sure that we all get safely back to the Marina, at about midnight.

No small task. Something like herding cats. Edward also finds the time to teach a two-hour computer class every week. Other experts in the Marina, teach other classes on appropriate subjects. It is a very nice Winter season here.

I think it was also Edward that brought it to our attention that the national camel wrestling championships, which are held all around the southern part of Turkey at this time of year, were coming to Kumluca, which is not far away. If you do a Google search on
video “camel wrestling”

It appears that you will come up with a lot of footage. You will quickly see that none of the footage, as far as I know, shows Dave, or any other human. wrestling a camel. This is only camels wrestling other camels. As is often the case my Internet connection is not good enough that I want to watch any video downloads right now.

It should be no surprise that I am opposed to any animal cruelty. IMHO, I saw none. But, the following article mentions starving them for weeks to make them grumpy. That does not seem good to me.

I think that at this time of year, when the females are in heat, if any male camel, becomes aware of a female in heat, he wants to further the species. If there is any other male, anywhere near by, he does too. The settle this by wrestling. In the wild, there would always be a LOT of this going on.

So, just the wrestling part, does not seem like animal cruelty to me at all. Of course, humans are not the only animals that like to ‘stack the deck.’ So, I would prefer to not have anything that IMHO is cruel. But, I am a guest in another culture. I think that women should get equal treatment. Education, work opportunities, and so on. But, some parts of the World do not. There are many things that I want to see, that are not how today’s World works. Get used to it. (But, I may nudge a little, here and there.)

Here is a recent article. One of hundreds of good ones.

It is my understanding that this sport is taken very seriously in this part of Turkey. This is a government site.,36564/camel-wrestling.html

There are teams and sponsors and a stadium full of spectators. The people sitting in front of me were looking at the schedule for the tournament next weekend in Selçuk, which is quite a distance away. They had a big spreadsheet of which camels would be competing at that event.

Since I had no idea what would be involved, I got there a little earlier than was necessary. It was the nominal time for starting, but there was not much going on. However, after a while, more and more gaily decorated camels came in. To the accompaniment of very exotic music from live performers. To Americans it was a sort of music that you would expect a snake charmer to use. No Barry Manilow here. Stakes were driven in the ground with chains to attach to a hobble connecting both front legs and another stake to hold a rope or chain that went to the camels bridle.

It seems that camels are a just like human males. When a pretty female, that is also in heat, goes by, they start salivating mightily, and want to fight for the chance to, well, associate with her. Makes perfect sense to me. Kind of like a Singles Bar. Fortunately for everyone concerned, a female camel does not have that effect on me. In fact all the camels looked pretty much the same to me.

They weren’t kidding about the saliva. I think you could get a similar effect if you had the camel chew on a 5 kg box of laundry detergent. There was saliva everywhere.

Think, thick white foam, like white latex paint, that when it fell on the ground, the puddles were a quarter inch thick or more.

They were all slobbering like crazy. You did not need to have posters explaining that it would be wise to stand well back from the camels. Although I did see three or four young boys, standing in the middle of the entrance area, almost run down by one of the camels leaving the arena. The camels all have a camel bell, actually several, that clang as they walk. It is on the seat, up on their back, not hanging from their neck like a cowbell. The little boys must’ve had their brains totally disengaged, as only little boys can. However, the handler, casually shoveled them out of the way with a push, just in the nick of time.

I have no idea of camel etiquette, but to the uninitiated it appear that there was a lot of marking of territory, and rolling on the ground, which I think has more to do with transferring scent, than scratching one’s back.

And, like most public functions the world over, there was a gigantic amount of talking by an announcer, that seem to go on and on and on. Seeming much longer since I could not understand any of it. There was a prayer, and the national anthem. And then a lot more talking, and then finally two camels, squared off in the middle of this big stadium, and kind of halfheartedly tried to dominate one another.

Not overly exciting for the uninitiated spectator. If you have a heart condition, no need to keep your bottle of Nitro pills in your hand. At least not at this stage of the entertainment.

Then there was another long yak, yak session by the announcer, and two more camels came out and tried a little bit harder to dominate one another. In these first two sessions, the taller of the two camels tried to get his neck over the top of the neck of the other camel, while they were standing side-by-side, at a slight angle to one another. The upper camel would usually put his entire weight on the neck of the lower camel. His front legs were completely off the ground for long periods of time. He was trying to just push the lower camel down to the ground.

Not surprisingly, this did not work very well. The upper camel, may have put a few points on his scorecard, but the lower camel was not even close to going down. I’d been told it was more like judo or something, in that they would try to trip their opponent. But these camels had not read that book.

I was beginning to think that maybe I needed to go ahead and do my shopping and let the camels work it out for themselves, when things got a little more exciting.

Before long, two camels were about to be introduced to one another, and the camel nearest me, knew exactly what to do. None of this, walking up alongside and putting his neck over the neck of his opponent for him. He was a ‘now kind of guy.’

As soon as he got close to his opponent, they had not yet even been introduced, he just put his feet into fast-forward, and was all over that poor fool. He had him down on the ground in no time. One slight design problem was that, apparently the one on the bottom, did not know how to say ‘uncle’ in Turkish. And the one on the top was not about to quit until he heard it.

Of course when you have a full-grown camel, planted on top of you, inhaling in order to be able to speak, may be a little difficult even for another full-grown camel.

But the human attendants were not born yesterday. These are trained professionals! There were a whole lot of people standing around in florescent green vests, and many of them had long ropes. They quickly attached ropes to various parts of the harnesses, and encouraged the camels to separate. I don’t know if you remember seeing pictures of the zeppelins, with their ground crews.

It was the same idea. You see this giant object, with a mind of its own, and you see several ropes, with large strings of ants pulling on them, trying to encourage the giant, to do something else.

It seemed to usually work.

And you could always tell when there was good news because the crowd would go crazy with applause and whistling and cheers. Although I think that sometimes the whistling was when there was a problem.

For example. When one of the early pairs of combatants, came together, one camel knew exactly what he wanted to do. He ran around behind his opponent and gave him a couple of nips.

Now, before entering the arena, there was a special man at the gate, who would make sure that there was a strong rope wrapped around the camels muzzle, so that he could not bite very effectively. I by no means said could not bite at all. Just not the full Monty.

Well, the recently mentioned nip-ee could testify that even a small bite from a camel is very memorable. He instantly took off yelping like a dog with his tail on fire. The referee blew his whistle right away. We are not sure if that signified an inappropriate move from the aggressor, or acknowledgement that the victim was clearly saying the Turkish word for uncle. But it was just a very high pitched voice.

There was only one fight like that. As I said, then there were several, quick and presumably more orthodox fights, where, at least one of the camels know exactly what to do and got to doing it.

Including one where, I wish I had a video, because, as I was taking photos, I suddenly realized, that there were clumps of humans, in small groups all around the fighting camels, that were giving boxing and wrestling demonstrations. Even some women came out and gave lessons in leverage, how the energy of a moving object increases with the square of the velocity, and other applied physics demonstrations on the nearby males.

But, after a short time, the men with a florescent green vests, escorted the volunteer instructors from the area. Not long after, an ambulance arrived with their siren going. But I did not see who they picked up. A camel would not have fit.

I would be pretty sure that the best camels were saved until last, but I had some shopping that I wanted to do, and so I went on with my day after a few hours of this. I think festival went on until dark. If I had it to do again, I would, aim to arrive about the time that I left, and watch the best part instead of the warm-up band.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing.

I may be going to a cyber café this next week. I’m using Windows 8 on one of my computers, and some time ago they upgraded to 8.1. But I was told that it was several gigabytes worth of download, and that would be, (A) impolite to hog that much bandwidth on our barely working Wi-Fi system, and (B) take forever. And it probably not work anyway because it would disconnect several times, because it was taking so long.

So, if I do watch a particularly appropriate camel video, I will come back to this posting and annotate the appropriate part. And, as I say I will put in some of my photos as soon as I get a chance. Give me a week or two.

Just to be clear, I was told, and as far as I can tell correctly, that the camels are not harmed by the shenanigans. They sometimes cost $200,000 each!

It is not like a bullfight in Spain. As I say, any male camels tend to frequently do this anyway and these are muzzled, at least partially, and the humans do their best to not permit serious injury. The crowds of Lilliputians with their ropes run in at the first sign of problems.

Except for the camel who thought his tender bits were in danger, it was mostly more like judo then ninja assassins.

Although, there were a lot of booths, selling hundreds or thousands of large sausages, allegedly made from ground up camel. So, it may be in your best interest not to lose too many fights.

If you would like another amazing ethnic experience, do a Google search for:
turkey oil wrestling

That is wrestling, in the country of Turkey, while literally bathed in olive oil. It is not oil squeezed from turkeys. Actually here they call our turkey the ‘Hindi’. I think many of the Mediterranean countries do that. I’ll let you figure out why.

They wear only a pair of leather trousers. (As far as I know.)

When you find a collection of photos, notice that in many photos, one very oily man has one of his very oily hands, WAY DOWN inside the other very oily man’s very oily trousers. Just exactly what is he reaching for? This does NOT look good on so many levels! My mind races!


“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
―EXACTLY where did Dr. Seuss say that? I love it, but what is the real origin? Can you find it? I have not yet.

More about the joys of sailing and travel

I also thought the following might be of general interest.

Today I got an email from a friend from high school who paid me a very nice complement on my writing skills. I responded withthe following. Which was written to answer HIS email to me, so sounds a bit odder than my usualy ramblings. But, hopefully you will understand. His part begins with >

>First he complimented me for my writing…

Many thanks for the kind words on my writing skills. I appreciate the praise and I’m very glad you enjoyed it. Actually, I had a terrible time in English class. And the computer does my spell check for me. Otherwise, it would probably be beyond humorous, spelling wise. It would be getting into the stage of, “What word do you suppose he was trying to spell here?”

I assume that in high school they were trying to improve our reading skills with the reading assignments they gave us. However, it seemed to me that most of the books were very difficult reading. I still remember, “Heart of Darkness.” Very, “negative reinforcement” for me at that time in my life. I didn’t really discover how much I enjoyed recreational reading, until long after I got out of school.

Even then, since I’d had such a bad introduction, it was slow to get started. I had actually been reading with my newly discovered interest for a couple of years before someone innocently asked, “What authors are your favorites?”

It took me a moment to understand that, he was trying to gently point out that, if I like to particular author’s book, then there was a good probability that I would like other books by the same author.

What a great idea!

So, you see how naïve I was.

But, back to sailing.

There are lots of exceptions to the following rule, but, it seems to me, that most people that are cruising, are pretty egalitarian. We all have in common our love of cruising. And, so quickly become friends. Regardless of financial or social status.

There are, of course, other yardsticks to measure status in this community. Where you’ve been cruising. How long you’ve been cruising. Have you circumnavigated? Sailed the Northwest passage? Stuff like that.

But, over the years, we have met and become good friends with people that barely had to nickels to rub together, but were certainly not dead-beats. And friends that had three million-dollar yachts, with a LOT of money left over to enjoy life with.

Certainly, not everyone out here cruising is friendly or nice or anyone that I would really want to meet. But, the vast majority are.

>Even though I’ve rarely sailed, I certainly understand the “bug”. I’m also beginning to understand the downside(s).

>But to me, a MAJOR part of the enjoyment is the learning process. For example, physics, chemistry, math, languages, etc.

Thank you very much for reminding me of the pleasures of the learning process. I forgot to mention that in my letter. And it is such an important part of the joy I get from cruising, that I will go edit my blog post, as soon as I finish with this. I completely agree! I certainly am not interested in every single thing in the universe. But I have very wide tastes in what does interest me.

I frequently wish that I had one of my friends that is expert in a particular subject with me. I might be sailing past a rock cliff, that has a very peculiar geological formation displayed. Since the cliff is a cross-section of the land behind it. I would like to ask my geologist friend, “What the hell made that?” Because I’m sure that there is an interesting and fascinating story there. If I just knew how to understand it.

Or when I see an interesting tree, or bush, or plant, or insect, I wish I knew more about it. And usually, I am again reminded that, “I bet that there’s a whole galaxy of information here that goes right over my head. Edible or medicinal plants. How this insect interacts with the other animal and plant life in the area. And so on. I wish I knew more.”

And, I have questions about the dark side, such as, “Which of these plants are poison ivy??” I have figured out that cone shells (a particular class of seashells) have a deadly stinger, so don’t just go frolicking along like you thought you were still in ‘Mr. Rogers Neighborhood.’ And the ‘stone fish and ‘lion fish’ and which sharks are dangerous in this location.

Earth is such a fascinating place to live. It certainly a good thing that it is so big. Otherwise we would’ve totally ruined it much faster. I sure hope some adult supervision shows up that can teach us to be better occupants.

I always liked the joke, which is now, perhaps 40 years old. It was an eviction notice from God. She didn’t like what the present tenants were doing with the earth. She wanted to evict us. She had some better tenants.

>I have acquired a habit recently: I wonder if I have missed something! So I’ll scan a map (or my world atlas) that I have looked at hundreds of times in the past, looking for something I may have missed. Or I’ll walk every shelf in my small branch library, looking for new subjects that I would like to learn about. Etc. “Irrational”, but fun.

I also troll through libraries, stores, groceries, hardware stores, looking for things that I have missed. Eating my way around the world has been a lot of fun. Janet and I used to really enjoy seeing how new places prepared their food. They often had totally new and alien ingredients, but they also often combined old ingredients in new, and amazing ways.

For example, here in Turkey, they have a whole class of food, that I believe is correctly called pekmez. Basically, they take fruit juice and boil it down to something very much like molasses.

That is a double edged sword. In that it becomes far more similar to molasses than you would think. So, the many different kinds of pekmez all have relatively similar flavors. Even though they are made from pomegranate juice, grape juice, etc.

I am told that carob pekmez is quite good. But I have not recognized it in the store, because the Turkish name is unrecognizable to me. I need to print out the various Turkish names and search more carefully.

As more examples of different ways of doing things: the Turks often eat pekmez and tahini (finely ground sesame seeds. Really sesame seed peanut butter.) for breakfast. Or, they will have just a hearty lentil soup as their breakfast, accompanied by what is the Turkish equivalent of ‘French’ bread. A third, extremely common breakfast, is, one hard-boiled egg, a large tomato sliced, a large cucumber sliced, some ‘Farmer’s cheese,’ a variety of fantastic cured olives, some kind of jam or marmalade, and some more Turkish ‘French’ bread.

America is getting much better about olives. I remember when the only olives I had ever known were green olives with pimento in the middle instead of the seed, and black olives that had virtually all of the flavor and the seed removed.

I was quite pleased to get to Europe, where it would be common to walk into a store and find, perhaps 40 to 80 kinds of bulk cured olives in open vats, and who knows how many more that were packaged in jars, cans or special plastic packaging.

The Turks have a whole class of foods, called meze, that would be vaguely similar to appetizers in America. The Spanish have a whole class of foods, called tapas, that are even more similar to American appetizers. Or what the British call ‘starters.’

The mezes are usually vegetarian. The tapas often are, but be more careful. One I particular remember, was that they would take some mild Padron peppers, that were physically like a jalapeno pepper, but usually very, very mild. Like perhaps in Anaheim pepper.

They would sauté these, whole, in olive oil, just a bit. Not till they were soft and squishy, but not for only five seconds either. They would then sprinkle coarse salt over them, and put them on the table.

It was kind of like Russian roulette. Spanish roulette? The Spanish obviously have a sense of humor. You would eat these things, and they had a very nice flavor especially prepared in this matter. But, there were two or three very hot ones, somewhere on the plate. It was never any secret when someone found one. There would be a lot of careful, but forceful breathing, perhaps wiping your eyes, and the prayer that that was the last hot one in the batch.

Google >spanish tapas peppers salt<

I’ve been an ovo-lacto vegetarian since about 1972. And Janet preferred that diet, but, wanting to be polite, when we were invited somewhere, she would eat whatever was put in front of her. Up until about 1995, when she decided that she, also, was going to limit herself to ovo-lacto vegetarianism.

So, we used to spend hours walking through ethnic supermarkets, buying strange and mysterious things, that did not contain meat, and taking them home and trying them out. Of course, this did not work out very well because we usually had no idea how to wisely use the product. But it was fun nonetheless.

I still do things like that, but it was a LOT more fun with Janet.



Wikipedia can help you understand all of the above. And of course, the Google search engine is is still pretty fantastic. However, I feel like it is gotten a lobotomy. It seems to me to be just a faint shadow of what it was only a few years ago. It used to be FAR more useful. Now, at least in my universe, it usually brings up a huge amount of junk that I have no interest in, and definitely has nothing to do with what I searched for. Many of the words that I am searching for are nowhere to be found on the webpage I’m sent to.

So, on several levels, I am incredibly lucky to have been born when I was. The biggest thing was that I got to know Janet, of course. But, I was born at a time that I was old enough when it became much easier to sail around, here and there, and a sailboat. But before humans had totally trashed the planet.

“Paved paradise and put in a parking lot.” Is peanuts compared to the poisoning of the oceans and other nightmares that have occurred during my lifetime. So, I would say, “Get out there and do it now! We are definitely on the downhill part of the Bell curve.”


New Photo of the hike

Proof that the old geezer can still smile after a 1300 foot climb on broken rock. Thanks Karla for the great photo!

Dave on Zig Zag Trail 2013-12-8 Finike

Dave on Zig Zag Trail 2013-12-8 Finike

No. That is not Photoshop. But, it might have something to do with the fact that Elizabeth had just given each of us a Kit Kat Bar. As in, “What would you do for a Kit Kat Bar?” I suggested, “Climb a bloody great hill!”

Also, notice that it is still T-shirt weather on December 8, 2013. Unfortunately, today is December 10th and it is cooler. They say low 43F high 56F. 49/64 is the Average for Dec, one website says. That sounds about like I remember it. But, in fairness I’m usually and the United States from mid-November to the end of January. So what do I know about it?

I need to stitch together a couple of panoramas and see if they’re worth anything. But it will be a few days or even a week or so. I need to go shopping right now. So, if you care, you may want to check back to this particular page in a couple of weeks.


Happy Thanksgiving & Happy Hanukkah

It is 830 in the evening here. I apologize for being so late writing this, but things have been pretty busy. The Thanksgiving celebration went extremely well! I think there were 55 people attending. Everyone ate far too much. Just like a traditional Thanksgiving, right? You just don’t mess with tradition.

We had many really great people working hard to bring it all together on time. Three separate households on land, volunteered to cook three large turkeys. Getting up at four in the morning to start the cooking.

It looked like about five guys, volunteered to carve the turkey so that the serving line could move quickly. Some very imaginative and resourceful people use their skills to decorate the tables with festive boughs, various improvisations, and even harvest season napkins. Now what are the odds that you would find napkins colored with predominantly oranges and browns, with pumpkins and cornucopias on them in a small town in Turkey?

She bought all they had, and it was almost enough for everyone. She also found some other excellent choices.

And countless other behind-the-scenes choreographers and worker bees and amazing facilitators did lots of stuff that I don’t even know about.

The bar that owns the meeting room, really outdid themselves trying to make everything exactly the way we wanted it. His whole family was involved in bringing out extra tables and chairs, and rearranging them. They were opening the folding glass walls of the venue, when we thought we needed more room. Then closing them, when some clever folks figured out an even better seating arrangement.

It was like a potluck in that each couple brought food. Fantastic food. Many of them, careful to make vegetarian versions, for yours truly. The leftover Turkey and rice and some of the other ingredients are going into a gigantic turkey soup for the Sunday barbecue. There are some really fantastic cooks out there. 55 of them at least.

Even though I’m late with this message, the time zone difference is to my advantage. I sincerely hope that all of you had, or are having, a fantastic Thanksgiving with family and friends and lots of laughs in good times.

And, to my many dear Jewish friends, I just saw this on the Internet:

“This year, Thanksgiving Day is also the first day of Hanukkah1 — an extremely rare convergence that will not occur again for 79,043 years! The last time it happened was in 1888. So for Jewish Americans, November 28 may be doubly festive this year.”

So, I hope that you all have a wonderful Hanukkah!

And that every single one of you, regardless of religion, race, creed, socio-economic status, hair color, and whether you have a boat or not, have a great time doing doing whatever you like to do, and/or being able to not do what you don’t like to do. I think that should cover it. If not, just edit the above, and pretend that I said it.

My friends that were crossing the Indian Ocean and their sailboat, very recently arrived in South Africa. A few bumpy days near the end, but that is behind them now. They are already having a great time.

You do the same.


International Comunity

As I have mentioned, the people in the marina are definitely an international community. Mostly Europeans, but some Americans, Canadians, Australians, New Zealanders, and of course Turks, and other nationalities.

I think I mentioned that at lunch on the trip to Antalya about 10 days ago, I discovered that I was the only person at the table that it never been to Singapore.

On Thursday we are having American Thanksgiving. Ably coordinated by a bunch of Americans that are trying to get many of the characteristic aspects of American Thanksgiving Incorporated in the venue of one of the little restaurants near the marina. Everyone is welcome to attend, and most of us enjoy attending a party, whatever the excuse. We will happily celebrate the invention of the paperclip, or the invention of the traffic light.

We are each bringing dishes to share. Concentrating on traditional American Thanksgiving foods. However, I bet there will be some very pleasant surprises.

And I just received an email that we are all invited to the meeting room at 1700 hrs., the next four Sundays, for traditional “Glühwein / gløgg”. To the best of my knowledge the word, “Glühwein” is pronounced something like glue-vine, and is a type of spiced wine, serve hot. It is nothing like any glue that I am familiar with.

Many people in the marina get all excited about watching Formula One races, or rugby matches, etc. The group meeting room has a large screen TV, with 5.1 sound. I find it a little bit startling to occasionally have the sound come from behind me while watching a video. And the restaurant where we will be going for American Thanksgiving also is famous for getting popular sports activities on their big-screen TV.

The group meeting room, called the Porthole, gets a lot of use. Many organized activities take place there. Often they are back to back. So, one finds us, setting up tables and chairs for a computer class, when the yoga class is done, or after the watercolor class. And on Monday nights we have been having movies on the big screen TV. There are Turkish lessons, Zumba, German night, from the writing left on the whiteboard, it looks like there was a French night.

Some of the industrious computer geeks have arranged to have the communal calendar posted online, so that we will be a little more likely to know what is going to happen. Especially when things are added to the scheduling.

This marina has a very versatile public meeting space that is one of the several nice and relatively unusual features here. There is also a large sail washing area. Imagine a medium-sized swimming pool, that is about 8 inches deep, with a smooth and easily cleaned concrete bottom. I think I’ve mentioned the laundry room with several large stainless steel sinks. The clubhouse has a communal refrigerator that is used for cooling beer etc. on days that that is going to be served. Boaters may use it to store something that won’t fit in their own refrigerator, if they have refrigeration, which is almost guaranteed now days.

And yesterday, two wonderful eager beavers, turned a large packing crate that recently arrived with a replacement engine for one of the boats here, into a really nice large workbench and a smaller workstation. They also used remaining lumber to modify a large triangular table that had been a cockpit table on a large catamaran here. But, had been made redundant, by the owners deciding the preferred a smaller one.

I think I’ve mentioned that there is a weekly quiz night, and pub night, and games night, and a group has bridge games in the afternoon, and so on.

And in case you’re wondering why I keep saying American Thanksgiving, the Canadians celebrate their Canadian Thanksgiving on the second Monday in October, and many agrarian cultures celebrate a very similar festival of the harvest.

I hope everyone has a very happy ‘whatever you are doing’ and not just those celebrating American Thanksgiving. There will also be Christmas and New Year’s celebrations here in the marina, although the population is getting smaller as many people are going away for the holidays.

In case you wonder why I often capitalize the word marina, it is not I that does it. It is my computer program. I suppose it seems to think that it could be a person’s name and better to be safe than sorry. I try to keep correcting it, but I realize that I often don’t notice.

That’s the least of my worries. Like the song says. Don’t worry. Be happy,