weekend <strong>breeze</strong> 2006 august <strong>breeze</strong> 071
eeze hafta sonu Göcek koylar ve adalar cennetidir. Bedri Rahmi, Yass›calar, Tersane, Kleopatra bafll›ca koylar; Alt›n, Y›lanl›, Yass›ca, Zeytinlik, Katranc›k, Tersane ve Domuz en güzel adalard›r. Göcek is a paradise of coves and islands. Bedri Rahmi, Yass›calar, Tersane and Kleopatra are among leading coves; Alt›n, Y›lanl›, Yass›ca, Zeytinlik, Katranc›k, Tersane and Domuz, among islands. çevresine ayn› konfora sahip yedi lüks oda daha yapm›fl, ortalar›na da koca bir havuz kondurmufltu. Göcek’ten geçip, Gökçeovac›k’a giden yola sapt›ktan sonra 15 dakika t›rman›p, Zeytinlik mahallesine geldi¤imizde, a¤ustos böcekleri susmufl, ay gökyüzüne incecik bir hilal olup as›lm›fl, y›ld›zlar birer p›rlanta gibi p›r›l p›r›l parlam›flt›. Bir flezlonga uzan›p, gökyüzüne dald›m. Orhan Veli’nin iki m›sras›n› sessizce karanl›¤a f›rlatt›m: “Deli eder insan› bu dünya / Bu gece, bu y›ld›zlar, bu koku...” Bu güzellik karfl›s›nda sesim solu¤um kesilmifl, dal›p gitmiflim. Ertesi sabah bir acele limana indim. S›k› bir pazarl›kla küçük bir tekne kiralay›p, koylar›n mavi kuca¤›na at›ld›m. Gördüklerim yabanc›m olmayan manzaralard›. Çamlar yine denize gölge düflürmüfltü, lacivert sular›n dibi yine görünmüyordu, küçük koylar›n rengi yine camgöbe¤ine boyanm›flt›. Tüm güzellikler hiç eksiksiz yerli yerinde duruyorlard›. Önce Yass›ca, ard›ndan Zeytinlik, biraz ilerideki Domuz adas›n›n minicik koyu, Bedri Rahmi, Kille, Akbükü koylar›... Kaptan zinciri boflalt›rken kendimi serin sulara at›yor, vücudumu maviye boyuyordum. Ö¤le yeme¤inde kaptanla birlikte yapt›¤›m›z fesle¤enli makarnay›, kasap köftesini, bol limon, zeytinya¤› ve sar›msakla tatland›r›lm›fl incecik börülceyi yerken kendimi krallar›n sofras›nda oturuyor san›yordum. Bu mutlulu¤u uzun uzun anlatmaya gerek yoktu. ‹ki kelime her the boss, has added seven luxury rooms around the house and placed a huge swimming pool in the center. By the time we arrived in the vicinity of Zeytinlik, having climbed for another fifteen minutes after leaving Göcek behind, the cicadas had already fallen silent; the moon, a thin crescent, hung in the sky and the stars glittered like diamonds. Lying on a deck-chair, I took in the sky. Quietly, I hurled two lines of Orhan Veli into the darkness: “This world makes one crazy / This night, these stars, this smell...” I was breath-taken staring into this beauty and soon was lulled away. The next morning I hurried down to the harbor. Renting a small boat after a tough bargain, I dashed into the blue embrace of the coves. The sight was not new to me. As ever before, the pines cast shadows upon the sea, the bottom of the lapis blue water lay beyond eyesight and the small coves were painted in turquoise. All the beauties were present without fail. First Yass›ca, then Zeytinlik, a small cove at Domuz Island further ahead, the bays of Bedri Rahmi, Kille and Akbükü… As the captain dropped anchor, I was already busy diving into the cool waters and covering my body in blue. At lunch I felt as if I were feasting at a king’s table, eating the meal the captain and I put together: pasta with sweet basil, the local butcher’s meatballs, the slender cowpea in a sauce of lemon, olive oil and garlic. No need to waste words on describing this sort of bliss. Two words 072 <strong>breeze</strong> a¤ustos 2006