Whatever you call a sailboat, so it will float, - once again I am convinced of the fidelity of the old marine tale. Even at the stage of choosing a name, one of the considered names was: Serenity (serenity, tranquility). Perhaps, if I call it that, the journey had a completely different character. But knowing his trait, about which they say "an awl in the ass", he settled on Passion (passion). And most likely that is why, eighty percent of the way on the first stage, there was a headwind.
However, the weather and the sea were a good test for me, and more importantly for the sailboat. All the weak points of the boat surfaced, which should be paid attention to during its further operation. There are not many of them, but it was they who became the main reason for the lack of comfort during the transition.
Firstly, it is a leak in the hatch in the forward cabin, and in the same place, a leak from the anchor box. The problem turned out to be really serious, because on the approach to Le Havre, only one of the five sofas remained dry, which was used in turn. Everything got wet, right down to the underwear. The second problem is a non-working autonomous heater. The reason, it seems to me, is a non-working Ebersprecher pump. Whether autonomy in the ranks, it was possible to dry at least the laundry.
In principle, these are not problems, for a boat of the 80th year of manufacture, and we can assume that the sailboat has passed a cruel test drive. I got to know her abilities. A strong German boat, which, moreover, got in an excellent configuration. Two sets of sails, a spare stay, motorized dinghy, autopilot, a set of first-class tools, equipment, a refrigerator, dishes, etc. Regarding the equipment, the cap said that I could open a small shop and trade in excess.
First of all, I stopped my choice in favor of a German sailboat because of its habitability. On board there is a bathroom and a kitchen, plus two full cabins. The shower, by the way, became that stone of foreshadowing, without which my other half did not even consider living on a sailboat. But here you still have to work, because there is a place for a shower and a toilet, and the shower itself will have to be done.
Now, when the emotions have subsided, I am once again convinced of the correctness of the decision to hire a professional skipper for the first stage. Without him, this story would certainly have had a different development. I remember a case when our compatriot, alone, overtook a sailboat of the same size from Sweden. His transition ended with the loss of the boat, and it was the stalled engine that led to the disaster. In our identical case, we did not lose control of the situation and were able to continue moving.
There was also a jamb, which I did not mention in the previous report. The story is like from a textbook: they went to sea without a spare fuel filter. Although this fad was spelled out both for me and for the cap. And of course, they were punished for it. But again, everything worked out. Just at a critical moment, I had to let fuel into the system without cleaning. Old Yanmar swallowed a diesel, but I suspect that this fact will not be reflected in his general well-being in the best way.
Two different people in a closed space, this is always a smoldering conflict, which in one situation or another is ready to flare up in full force. Two tired and wet people on a sailboat are a great excuse for a spark to jump through. And she jumped.
It happened upon entering the marina of the port of Calais. I admit my mistake - I exploded. On the agenda was the question of the further continuation of the joint voyage. But, fortunately, the conflict went out just as quickly. The sediment, of course, remained, but the points over i were dotted at the end of the stage, with a joint analysis of "flights". And it seemed to me that we parted with the captain in the same disposition towards each other as at the beginning of the campaign.
If all the schools of sailboat captains were located in northern waters, I'm sure there would be fewer romantics. The experience of sailing in the Baltic and the North Sea under the guidance of an experienced captain has become priceless for me.
I remember studying in Turkey and come to the conclusion - yes, I just didn’t see a damn thing. Here, there was everything, well, almost everything. Strange as it may seem, but the cap still had the strength and time to hammer into my restless head of navigation, sea tricks, knots and other useful information.
German, with a beautiful Norwegian name Torsten. I can't help but mention him in this report. Also, not least of the choice, his personal qualities played. A captain who worked eight years on a container ship and is now a sailboat broker. He meticulously answered all my, sometimes even stupid questions.
Everything that he said about the boat, regarding the performance of components and systems, came true one hundred percent. I also liked the fact that he did not bargain for every euro when he saw my genuine interest. And to a direct question about the extreme price, he simply announced the amount, which I, in general, did not count on.
Repeatedly, we prayed for autopilot and diesel, without forgetting Thorsten. And they concluded that one way or another, he was directly related to this sailboat. He even told us an amazing fact from her story. It turns out that my boat visited St. Petersburg.