One thing about the ship La Renard and its captain. He and a woman (1st officer?) are the only crew on board. Which means: To hoist the sails, the passengers have to spit into their hands and pull on ropes! Now I know what the woman selling me the ticket meant when she said "You won't get cold" !
Pictures of the way to the port, the sailing, and the obstacles on my way back to the hotel (BTW: No cyclists of Le Tour had arrived yet by the time I get back to the hotel at 1 pm.)
Our ride ;-) |
Thank God: No elevator ! |
To be continued with sails up ...
Prepare for boarding.And we have the equipment ;-)
WTF? |
At this time I'm VERY glad that we're close to solid ground again, because ever since I went to visit the HEAD (the loo) below deck my stomach has not been the same. I was fine until I went below deck. Within 30 seconds I was close to hurl in addition to peeing. I did manage to suppress it, but there were some hurlers among the passengers (you're supposed to do that on the down-wind side of the boat ;-).
And if you want to feel what my stomach felt, watch this video:
ACTUALLY, THE VIDEO QUALITY HERE SUCKS. GO WATCH THIS VIDEO ON YOUTUBE INSTEAD. HERE IS THE LINK : LINK_LINK_LINK (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-I6WN2jjlCs)
Mon capitaine at work (the one on the left):
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