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Sailing – in my case the ongoing
story of the steep learning curve. Started sailing last year, bought
a H-boat in April, and worked in the Racing Office of a sailing event
– the Soling Class European Championship (having sailed all of two
regattas in my whole life – just the week before. As ballast).
So if anyone has a fresh, if not naive
impression of what goes on at a regatta, it must be me. Not for long
though, because I must admit that I have been bitten by the regatta
bug: the speed, the chaos, the know-how. And of course the people
involved: young and old are sailing concentrated, even doggedly
determined. And I shouldn't forget the people who make their
contribution to a sailing event in other, indispensable ways: the
women and men who raise and lower the flags, man the boats and keep
the barbecues burning.
That's what I am thinking now, at the
end of the championship. On Monday 10 June, I had hardly formed
myself an opinion about regattas, other than that I was worried about
the flagging bit: would I be able to remember it all? (Of course I
wasn't. Luckily, there are books, and helpful people who patiently
answer obvious questions).
The first thing I noticed was: what are
these tall big men doing in such small slender boats? I asked Johan
Offermans, the president of the International Soling Association,
himself a tall man (if I stand on a chair we can just about see each
other straight in the eyes – that tall), but he adroitly evaded an
answer by saying that he had a bigger boat at home – yeah right.
Ludwig Beurle, Yann Neergaard, Roman Koch. No gaunt little men. By
the way, almost all competitors were men, except for one woman:
Susanne Kuchta.
The second thing I noticed is the chaos
and heated temperaments at the start, and the (relative) quiet
immediately afterwards -except for some skirmishes when the ships
were rounding the marks.
The third thing I noticed was the
importance of the weather. In order to sail you need wind. But the
wind is not always there. And no wind is a terrible thing in sailing.
On the second day of the championship, Tuesday 11 June, there was too
little wind, and I have never seen so many bored men together at the
same time.
Or there is too much wind. Or the wind
is not continuously blowing steadily from one direction, like you
wish it would, but hopping about, dwindling to a mere breath one
moment, and blowing up to a storm the next. Before and during the
regatta, the Principal Racing Officer (in this case Thomas Jørgensen)
was keeping a close eye on the wind, together with helpers along the
racing course. Reason for this is that the wind has to blow form the
same direction all the time during the race, otherwise it's not fair.
The nice thing is that you can move the course easily on the water:
just move the buoys a couple of degrees, and you're ready. Not
something that would make cyclists happy at the Tour de France. But
then of course the Alpe d'Huez doesn't change that much from day to
day.
The fourth thing that attracted my
attention was that club life is the same everywhere. Well, in the
Netherlands you wouldn't have an all-male meeting with little dishes
of gummi bears and other sweets on the table, accompanying the
coffee. You will, though, in Kaløvig Bådelaug... But the
dedication, from early in the morning until late at night, the fun,
the jokes, the problems (sometimes) and the mutual generosity are the
same. Recreational sport is 'hyggelig' – and, let's not forget,
the breeding ground for professionals!
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