Khortitsa round the world 2015
To begin with, a few photos - the participants are preparing boats and catamarans for the regatta (all photos are taken from the public google+ pages of the regatta participants from the Slavutich club)
Medals are waiting for their owners
Colorful personalities and gatherings of captains before the start
The author of the text below is the Land Crab, one of the participants in the regatta. Took part on the sailboat Volya. I will dilute the text with photos from the regatta from various participants)
A week before the Khortitsa round-the-world trip, I already took part in the race. For the first time on my own boat, but the Khortitskaya round-the-world trip left more impressions. Possibly overnight. Perhaps due to the fact that we raced in a rather friendly and pleasant team of participants. I don't know, it's hard to say. But this regatta stuck in my head like the first one. Let the previous one be zero. On the site of the club Slavutych wrote about the incident on the sailboat Volya. Honestly, I could not understand what kind of serious incidents we had ... If you work with a flooroh recoil, you have to keep in mind the option of an unforeseen dip. Perhaps experienced sailboatsmen will now say that these are the thoughts of an idiot amateur, but such is my conviction. Upside down sail. Yes, it was stupid. No one really knows the boat yet, everything was done on the fly. Mistake? Yes. Critical? God knows her. Not everyone immediately becomes experienced sailors.
Although, incidents began two days before the start. On Thursday morning, Igor's call woke me up - Yura, get up, your staysail is waving in the parking lot. Run there quickly. Arriving at the place, I found my sail shamelessly disheveled and torn. Participation in the race was in jeopardy, and something urgently needed to be addressed. To be honest, I did not think that it would be possible to do anything with my staysail. Newbie on a boat in trouble, what to do. But, lucky. During the day, he was sewn up, and everything seemed to be ready for the start. Many thanks to kind people. We're never out yetwhether in Wola with more than three people. It seemed to me that this was the karma of the boat. According to the passport, three means three. She will find the extra. As it turned out.
Actually, I would like to describe directly the segment of the route itself, the first day of the regatta, which was held under the auspices of our gennaker. We are under the jibe, and having covered a third of the distance, Zheka nevertheless persuaded the crew to raise the gennaker. The first since the descent of the water. They say such a thing lies, misses in the cramped bow hatch. She would be free, in the fresh air. I introduced myself as a gennaker in the dark forward compartment, took pity, and indicated to Zheka the coordinates of his location. Zheka climbed into the bow compartment to rustle with sails, throwing remarks about the fact that it is problematic on a boatthen either find out where the halyard for the gennaker is located, and why I steer so crookedly. I honestly admitted to him that I had no idea about all his remarks, and along the way I asked the crew what the name of the rope that imitates the halyard is. I did not wait for an answer, but judging by the cunning smiles and the teeth of the guys shining in the morning sun, I realized that everyone had found an answer for themselves. The gennaker was retrieved from its vault and brainstorming began. Attention connoisseurs, where is the head angle, how to raise the gennaker correctly. Cozy chairs and minutes on the riverwe didn't have a mind. Everything was done intuitively. - Dimon, pull all the ropes that you see in front of you, right now we will pick him up ... Eh, what are you talking about, there was no command to break up the ship on the move! Poor Dimon, whose experience of sailing on a sailboat was limited to pleasant pastime on the bow with a glass of beer, and thinking about Kant's categorical imperative, was slightly stumped. But he still found the necessary cable.
I sat on the steering wheel and tried to focus on driving, looking at the well-coordinated work of the crew. Everyone is minding their own business, a dream for a captain. I remember that the crew of a nearby catamaran called for the release of Cthulhu. Cthulhu and so I thought in Vola. It looks like they let it go. Why worry. The first attempt to climb was not entirely successful. I felt the acceleration of the course, but looking at the sail, a doubt crept into my soul that something was wrong with it. But what's the difference, I thought. Let's go faster, it's awesome. Let us have it and upside down underdrank. Zheka did not quite agree with my idyll, which he confirmed with an interesting set of idiomatic expressions. Okay, no problem, let's shoot. In the process of removing the sail, we wet it slightly. All this action was accompanied by vocabulary, which is hardly worth voicing here. The gennaker has been delivered, we are going to the Old Dnieper. Zheka famously manages the sail, we look at him admiringly. I drive myself slowly. Beauty, wind, water. Approaching the old Dnieper, we decided to lower the gennaker. Vitya went to help Zheka. The sail was lowered, wetted, hidden.
Zheka, pleased with himself, returns to the cockpit, and here is what many manuals warn about. Transfer of the boom under the jibe. As if in slow motion, I turn around and look at Zheka, who, with despair and incomprehension in his eyes, slowly goes overboard. Fortunately, I was sitting on the same board and immediately grabbed him by the arm. Long live the low sides. Cursing and cursing everyone and everything, Zheka climbs onto the deck. The boat appears to have made its choice. But, I must say, the guy has a good reaction. Fell and climbed onto the deck so fast that I didn't even yell "manoverboard", I didn’t have time to get scared. Vitya immediately offered Zheka a drink for the first fall overboard. A caring guy. I don’t remember our further dialogues, I just remember being slightly offended by Zheka, since getting into idiotic situations is my prerogative. Well, if you can’t boast of something worth boasting, then this skill will do. Even when Zheka was changing clothes, he looked somewhere towards the coast with the face of a hunter who noticed a bear, and yelled wildly - bah, dolphins! Knowing Zheka’s exceptional passion for use of metaphors, I still turned around.ipage. This was enough for Zheka to have time to change his pants. Then it was hard for him to explain that we did not buy into his stupid joke, that we knew why all this was necessary, that without red shorts his personality does not deserve any attention at all ... In vain. Perhaps we discussed something else. But I don't remember it. Emotions from participation in the regatta and getting to the finish line blocked all other emotions and memories. I would like to note that the crew approached with a healthy sense of humor and a mad desire to go to hell. This desire is probably compensatedthere was an experience that, apart from Zheka, there is no one to brag about.
The second day of the regatta was more memorable for at least our good start, and a significant lead over the rest of the participants at the start and the first half of the distance. I also remember a couple of moments - Zheka's wild cry "all aboard" when we almost ran aground near Khortitsa, and rounding the barge in the absence of wind. In general, the impressions of the regatta are excellent. The guys said that it was their most fun regatta. And I, with my tail up, and holding my nose to the wind, ran home to show off my medal. First. God forbid, not the last. What do I want the most right now? log in againboard and go on an adventure. It doesn't matter what lies ahead, the very fact of sailing is important. And with these guys - even around the world. Perhaps not even Khortytsya.
And finally, a few more photos from the shore: