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Comfortably Numb Adventures: Georgina

My sailboat, ‘Comfortably Numb’, is my (early) retirement home. I'm based in the South Eastern Aegean Sea. I alternate between Greek Islands and the Turkish coast. Each has it's good points. The southwest Turkish coast is crenelated with bays and fjords. The landscape is beautiful with mountains that flow into the sea. The Greek southeast Aegean Islands, called the Dodecanese, meaning twelve, are generally rocky and dry, but the villages are terminally cute with white houses flowing down hillsides around town harbors. All the Aegean islands but one, in the north, belong to Greece. The people are wonderful in both countries. I'm currently single. It wasn't by choice, but I'm getting used to it. Of course, being alone makes for boring cruising, so I always travel in company with other boats. I've been here for the last ten years, so I've made some friends. Occasionally I get lucky and manage to get some crew. Sometimes I get lucky with the crew. Not often, but it happens. I'm over six feet tall, not overweight. I don't lift weights, but I'm in good shape for the shape I'm in. Women tell me I'm not bad looking. I'm no sexual athlete, nor do I sport a twelve inch dick, but I'm pretty good in bed - I've been told. Recently I was cruising in company with another 'real' American boat - there are thousands of boats in the southeast Aegean with US flags owned by Turks that set up a Delaware corporation to avoid paying taxes in their native country. We had tied up on the island of ...

... Tilos, not far from the big island of Rhodes. Tilos has a tiny harbor with room for about ten boats. If you are lucky, you can find a space. The anchorage outside the harbor along the beach is great during the day, but at night when the wind drops, you sit parallel to the beach with the waves sideways and the rocking is enough to drive you crazy. You can put out two anchors, but that usually doesn't work - or hasn't for me, anyway. Tilos has almost nothing. No night life, no discos, just small quaint hotels along the beach. You can rent a car or a moped and tour the island, but it's definitely a place for people that are looking for relaxation rather than excitement. There is a wonderful ice cream shop along the beach. After some time in Turkey, where the local ice cream has mastic, a gooey substance that I find positively revolting, it's good to be in a country where you can get decent ice cream. It is, after all, a basic food group. My friends on the other boat had decided to take a nap and, as I'm not old enough for afternoon siestas, I used my time productively to get an ice cream fix. There were only two other customers at the ice cream shop, a couple that I guessed to be British (a better than fifty-fifty bet here) who appeared to have finished with whatever they had had. I had settled into one of the comfortable deep chairs and turned my tablet on to see if the promised Wi-Fi still existed. An opportunity to check the weather forecast, email and to see how Wimbledon was ...