Langkawi race week. My third in four years. Big winds this time around, sometimes too big. Drama everyday, including a man overboard situation, delaminated sails and spinnaker antics that kept everyone huffing and puffing.
Great to see familiar faces and making new acquaintances. Rolling eyes at the same annoying people, sharing stories and laughs over nasik gulai lunch.
Being reminded of my own mortality and physical state of being every morning as I prepare for the next race with bruises and body aches piling.
Back to the real world, I thought Monday would be hell. Turns out that Tuesday was worse but Wednesday (today) is slightly better.
Thanks for another memorable regatta. Guess I’ll see you next year. Maybe.