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After 4-1/2 hours of bad music, good conversation, and an excess of sugar products purchased at various stations along the highway, we arrived at the dock in Cherbourg. Both Fabio and the Schlumberger van arrived shortly thereafter, and we easily found the two large sailboats that we would use for sleeping. We claimed our various bedrooms, then headed into town to find some excitement. Mike was already very familiar with the local social scene, and directed us to a nearby bar. The bar offered beers in an apparatus called a "Giraffe" - basically a long vertical transparent tube with a tap installed at the bottom. The bar only owned one "Giraffe", which we quickly claimed and monopolized for the rest of the night.
Several hours (and drinks) later we returned to the boats for a good night's rest. The weather was calm thusfar, but rain was expected for Saturday. We were able to see a few stars before going to sleep, which we interpreted as a good sign for the following day.
Saturday
March 16th, Day One of Sailing
Our
boat team consisted of eight people - Cecilia, Carmen, Tullio, Mike, Dominique,
Mark, Andrea, and myself. The eight people represented six different
nationalities and four different languages (English, French, Italian, and
Spanish). Most of the sailing vocabulary was French, but the verbs
and other instructions were a combination of the remaining three languages.
It was certainly a communication challenge. The boat really only
required 6 - 7 people to sail, but we managed to find a job for everyone
(such as interpreter). We motored out of the harbor while rigging
up the sails, passed through the inner wall and into the outer harbor where
we would spend the morning training and racing with the other boats.
The rain stayed away, and the winds were good (~20 knots), so we enjoyed
a good morning of sailing.
We
returned to the dock for lunch, coffee (see image on right), and briefing
instructions from Jacques. We returned to the harbor to practice
similar techniques and race with the other boats. The weather remained
windy but no rain for the rest of the day. After returning to dock,
we drove to Jacques' house in the countryside where he hosted a wonderful
dinner for all of the crews. We returned to town by 11:30pm, and
rallied for another trip to the bar to celebrate St. Patrick's Day.
Several giraffes later the bar closed and we began the walk back to the
boats. An amusement park (carnival) was setup next to the dock, and
consisted of the typical rides, games, and food. I wanted to try
to win a stuffed animal, but the games were closing for the night.
After a little discussion with one of the owners of a game booth, I was
still able to purchase a stuffed animal (a purple, white, and black colored
cow). We then proceeded to find the only remaining open ride - the
bumper cars! - and spend 20 minutes wrecking into each other. High
impact collisions are not the the best way to finish a night. We
walked back to the boat, woke up the others who had gone to sleep only
30 minutes before (to show them the cow), and then went bed.
More images from the first day:
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Sunday
March 17th, Day Two of Sailing
The
skies had clouded over during lunch, and the horizon looked very dark.
As we started the last race it began to drizzle, which gradually became
a heavy rain accompanied by winds up to 45 knots. Our radio was not
working (we had mistakenly switched channels), and we did not realize that
the race had begun until we saw the other boats approaching the starting
line in parallel (except for us - we were going in the opposite direction).
We turned around and somehow managed to catch the other boats over the
next 20 minutes. After another 20 minutes of expert navigation by
Andrea and Dominique we had a clear lead over the race. The storm
had really picked up, and we were struggling with the sails (evidently
the other boats had greater problems than us). The storm had become
very strong, and we were far enough ahead that Jacques declared the race
finished, and we returned to the harbor.
We packed up the boats, and began the drive back to Paris. Mike joined us this time in the car, and we again enjoyed a 3-1/2 hour ride of poor music and good conversation - but I would much prefer this than the opposite (good music and poor conversation).
Overall, it was an excellent weekend with an excellent group of people. I look forward to the next sailing trip!
More pictures from the second day of sailing:
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