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Somehow or another, via Isis and/or some other crews I get to hear of the Yacht club here in Hawaii, at Kaneohe, NW coast in a protected bay, and ooh you have a boat in Tahiti says someone, ocean sailing? yes yes please do come to the Yacht race, Thursday evening.
The guy sez to be there at 5.30pm and I arrive, meet the guy and some others, all in t-shirts, get a beer, sort of hang about the boat, hi there, hi there. No rush. I wonder where the start is? And when? After 6pm before 6.15ish seize someone. Hum. But the engine doesn’t work. Hum again. I could have a look? Nah, no need. Um, okay. Very laid back.
5.40 and the skipper looks at me closely and points to a mooring line. Can you let that go, feed it out, when I say? Er yeah I could proilly manage that. Sheesh.
So eventually I ask someone - erm, where is the feckin start? And sort of - shouldn't we get out there wot with no engine, hm. It’s here, they say. Eh? Here in the marina? Yep. I mean right here? Yep - all boats tied up to the end of the marina, we let go at specific times and sail out. Pursuit. Jeez! Not really? Yes, really. Past all these other boats in their berths, racing? Yep. Haha.
No wonder he was v specific about that mooring line – letting go of that upwind mooring line is a racing manoeuvre, innit.
6.10pm they fling up the main and number 2, woof, I haul the mooring line to pull us upwind, and off we go, about 8 of us in a J33. I’m on main, neck breaky option, so of course I don’t see much, other than the main sail. Only 40minutes or so, back before dark, we come in second, not bad.
The finish line isn’t back at the head of the marina, tbut a line somewhere at the entrance, thank gawd, and we drift in no probs.
Any other slightly mad yot races out there i wonder?
The guy sez to be there at 5.30pm and I arrive, meet the guy and some others, all in t-shirts, get a beer, sort of hang about the boat, hi there, hi there. No rush. I wonder where the start is? And when? After 6pm before 6.15ish seize someone. Hum. But the engine doesn’t work. Hum again. I could have a look? Nah, no need. Um, okay. Very laid back.
5.40 and the skipper looks at me closely and points to a mooring line. Can you let that go, feed it out, when I say? Er yeah I could proilly manage that. Sheesh.
So eventually I ask someone - erm, where is the feckin start? And sort of - shouldn't we get out there wot with no engine, hm. It’s here, they say. Eh? Here in the marina? Yep. I mean right here? Yep - all boats tied up to the end of the marina, we let go at specific times and sail out. Pursuit. Jeez! Not really? Yes, really. Past all these other boats in their berths, racing? Yep. Haha.
No wonder he was v specific about that mooring line – letting go of that upwind mooring line is a racing manoeuvre, innit.
6.10pm they fling up the main and number 2, woof, I haul the mooring line to pull us upwind, and off we go, about 8 of us in a J33. I’m on main, neck breaky option, so of course I don’t see much, other than the main sail. Only 40minutes or so, back before dark, we come in second, not bad.
The finish line isn’t back at the head of the marina, tbut a line somewhere at the entrance, thank gawd, and we drift in no probs.
Any other slightly mad yot races out there i wonder?