Category Archives: Sailing

Only words bleed

After a couple of legs racing in lakes, it’s back to the sea this time and it feels really good. The wind is strong, the current is strong and my wrist took a hit during a supposedly ‘fun’ race on Saturday.

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I’m really hoping to get a spot on FORTISSIMO X for Raja Muda . Fuda-san said to wait while he confirms his team’s numbers. Waiting is painful, seriously.

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The manuscript is at the printers and the copies are expected to be ready on time. Career-wise, this is a major project for me. A bit nervous about the response, but am glad the adventure is almost over. Sweat and tears were poured into the project with sleepless nights and restless days for many of us. It’s a relief to have it out of our hands.

You and me are gone

The Volvo Ocean Race 2014/15 had just ended with Team SCA crossing the finish line for the last time in Gothenburg, Sweden. Nine months of intense racing and now it is over.
One boat, Team Vestas Wind, ran aground on my birthday. It kind of made it personal to me, and it was such a happy moment when the boat managed to be rebuild in time for the Lisbon leg, and the team finished on the podium in Lorient in second place. What an awesome story that was.
I am quite sad now that it is all over. No more exchanging messages about who is leading or which boat is having what trouble. No more checking updates from teams and the official site at 2am (well, sometimes).
The magenta boat of Team SCA, Vestas Wind’s sky blue vessel, Abu Dhabi Ocean Racing’s yellow, red and black colours, the fiery red teams Dongfeng Race Team and MAPFRE, Team Brunel’s dark green and yellow and Team Alvimedica’s heart-like logo. I’ll surely miss them all in the next few weeks, amid pressing deadlines, differing creative directions and pining for the sea.

Didn’t we almost have it all

We got to the party late, but many were still around, chilling. I headed straight to the water, felt the sand making its way into my shoes. He followed me there.

I love the sound of the waves,” I said. I could hear laughter and the soft music just a few metres away but where we were there was just the sound of lapping water onto sand.

I glanced sideways to him and then upwards to the star-filled sky. It was a beautiful evening and there was no other place I would rather be.

Moving towards an empty chair, I fixed my gazed onto his unreadable face as he sat next to me.

I’m sorry for the trouble I caused today.”

It wasn’t your fault,” he finally said. “Well, you could’ve watch more carefully where you were going but accidents do happen.” I knew it.

I’m just glad you weren’t hurt badly.”

I dropped my gaze then, afraid to show any emotion which he could easily read on my face.

The team and I had wanted to surprise you here, but I had to go to the hospital so that didn’t work out,” I confessed. He smiled then.

Thanks for the thought. But I’m not seventeen, you know.”

It’s still your birthday,” I countered, half laughing at the thought of him being a teenager. He wouldn’t be much different, surely, except for the few strands of grey in his hair.

He finally laughed, and I felt a rush of affection for this young man who made this happen for me. I turned to see one of the crew started walking towards us but then stopped when he saw me. He just smiled and turned to the opposite direction.

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Mingling is something I am not very good at. Although I am better at it now, I would prefer to sit quietly at a corner and let the merry makers take the floor without me.

He was next to me at the table, and was in a chatty mood. It was the final evening and I again felt as if we were the only ones there, despite the throng of people around us.

A guy came up to us and upon seeing me, commented on the latest article written by the organiser.

You’re the female tactician, right?” the guy asked excitedly, much to my embarrassment and explained to his girlfriend about the article, aware that I was right in front of them.

He laughed at my predicament but was serious when he spoke.

People took notice, and there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You should be proud.”

We were sitting so close that I could just reach for his hand and held it in mine. But I didn’t. Instead, I just stared at the table, still embarrassed. He gave me a pat on the back.

You did good. Just focus on improving.”

That made me feel better.  Just a little bit.

Fair winds

Kazu-san texted me, asking me to go to Langkawi and accompany FORTISSIMO X back to Port Klang this Saturday.  How I wished I could just take off and join the party but there is work to do and I can’t not show up on Sunday.

It sucks to be stranded on land, with loads to do.

Weekend sailing

Saturday 16/11

I opted the company of newly-arrived Fortissimo X and her crew instead of going for training.  Because I have been on land for too long after KDHT.

Fortissimo X
She was docked at the new RSYC marina in Pulau Indah, which is so much better than at the main club marina.

Fortissimo X

She’s not participating in this year’s Raja Muda Selangor International Regatta but Fuda-san thought it would be nice to take her out and watch the start of the race.  Plus, I got to be acquainted with the new Fortissimo, they had just arrived after 28 days of hard sailing from Okinawa. Fuda-san spoke about the trip here.

And they're off!

There was a bit of trouble with the jib after only about a half hour of sailing with the engine turned off. So we had to take the jib off and put down the main sail, turn the engine back on.

Anyway, I saw that the RMN had sent one entry – UTARID – for this year’s race.  She had an awesome start, leading the small pack of IRC 1 class boats.  It was not for long though, a boat with Russian sail registration gave chase just a few minutes into the race.

Heading out

UTARID is not doing very well after two legs, let’s hope she’ll do better in the final leg from Penang to Langkawi.