April 14 Amasra A.M.

The restaurant at the hotel was on the top floor and afforded a great view of the craggy cliffs left by quarrying from ages past ongoing, the museum of Roman and Genoan antiquities, and the small harbor to the west of town. Breakfast wasn't bad either.

We walked across town, all of a fifth mile, to the east harbor , along the beach and quays to look back at the boats pulled up for a lull in the fishing season. We decided to get the only really long walk in town under our heels, so headed out on the main breakwater, as did many towns people and other tourists. The headland is framed by Bozetepe Island – a small uninhabited island peeks in at the right. Such a familiar sight to Gail and me – the gulls swarming as the fishermen dump the 'junk fish' and heads, tails, and guts of cleaned fish. Back at the main pier, we sat and watched the activity as the three boats that had gone out today unloaded their small catch. The nets were emptied into foam plastic boxes and into a waiting truck, or squirreled away by old women in dripping bags. In the afternoon, we would be atop the fort wall to the right, but not via the stairs up the face.