The Next Olympic Hopeful?
After a leisurely breakfast of fresh fruit and yoghurt drizzled with an indulgent dollop of delicious honey, we meandered down the hill to the harbour to catch the taxi boat that would take us across the bay to the beach at Limanagzi. Freshly baked olive, feta cheese and tomato rolls bought from the local bakery would be perfect for lunch and a quick check in a couple of the bars en-route brought us up to date with what was happening back home in the Olympics. It seemed the Brits were doing quite well in the medal stakes and soon the children were cheering on our cycling boys, much to the amusement of the locals!
We finally reached the harbour about midday and it wasn’t long before we were heading out to sea. The ride to Limanagzi takes about twenty minutes, with the view of Kas rising up the hillside behind you. As you chug across the water the colourful canopies of the paragliders catch the sun as they float gently down from the ‘sleeping giant’ cliff high above the busy town.
Once back on land we wandered around the beach before finding a suitable spot to spend the day. The children couldn’t wait to get in the water, while I settled myself on one of the beach loungers. Predictably, the peace and quiet didn’t last too long as the children were soon badgering my husband and I to come swimming with them. With the temperature in the 30s, it wasn’t too much of a hardship and we were soon swimming out to the diving platform where Izaak was keen to practice his running jumps. Nancy decided just to sit on it and watch the world go round whilst being gently rocked by the platform.
Soon my eagle-eyed son spied a kayak that was seemingly free for anyone to have a paddle in. He was desperate to have a go - maybe it was watching the Olympics or maybe the novelty of running jumps had worn off, who knows with small children!
We swam back to the shore and helped my son in, Greg giving him fatherly advice, which surprisingly he listened to, and he was soon off paddling the waters of Med, with Greg swimming close behind. Amazingly he seemed to have a natural ability for it and was soon heading off out to sea. When he returned, Nancy insisted on having a go too. However, her idea of kayaking was being pulled around the bay while she sat back and gave instructions as to which direction she wished to go in. Not sure that is quite the idea with kayaking, but somehow it seemed to work for her!
Later that afternoon, Izaak went out again and this time paddled out beyond the roped off area of the bay, exploring the coastline and looking at the vast array of fish swimming just below the surface. On his return, the beaming grin across his face said it all! Watch out for Izaak Yeoman in the 2024 Olympics! You never know, he could be the next Ed McKeever. Well maybe, if his mother can manage those early morning training sessions in the bleak mid-winter!
By Lucy Yeoman, Sales Consultant, who travelled on our Turquoise Coast Family Adventure in August 2012.