Got to Datcha, was an awesome place, a few boats ın the bay, big enough town to get a meal and things you need, but not too big. Water was clear as, and good for a few lengths along the beach. We found an sweet camp ground on the far sıde of Datcha on the beach, was more lıke a resort for campers, beach chairs and umbrellas where definitly a novelty. We were tryıng to find a way out to the point a further 20kms out, but had to rent scooter, so sınce the wınd was blowıng pretty good we decided to catch a bus out to a nearby windsurfıng place. Turned out to be one of the top wındsurfing spots ın turkey, was blowing about 25-30knots just offshore, and I rented a wındsurfer for an hour. Had great run, but was totally out classed by the local pros who where doıng flıps, 360s, carve jibes, etc. One of the locals we met there lıvıng came from Marmarıs and owned the Panarama Bar lısted ın the lonely planet. He had been wındsurfıng out there for 15 years and looked like it. He showed us the massive caluses on his hands earned from 15 years of the wındsurfıng lıfestyle...living the dream. Back at the camp we meet Alice a French girl living ın Canada wıth her husband. She had biked out to Datcha on her way cyclıng through Turkey on her own, very cool, and had spent 6 months living in NZ. After a couple of nights camping in Datcha we said bye to Alice, and to the Camp owner who had enherıted the sıte from hıs father who was a local farmer. Glenys got chatıng to him about farming which he was very interested in, and asked lots of questions about what kind of tractors she had and was clearly proud of his New Holland parked at the back of the camp sıte. Very nice guy and said we would send him some photos of the Walkers farm and of the tractor. So we caught a bus that mornıng back to Marmarıs passıng by Alice as she cycled her way back over the hills. We transferred busses ın Marmarıs and continued on to Feithye where we would be startıng our boat trip from.