Another morning: day 8 and we're about to leave Quiberon. As the sail is leaving the port, we're climbing the masts and lowering the sails. We're seasoned sailors now and do it whenever the captain says so :)
Instantly we're in the open sea at full speed. Sitting atop the mainmast, feeling like a leaf. The wind is blowing all over, it's unforgettable.
We're supposed to reach Port Blanc, the end point. Tomorrow is a historic sails festival and our Shtandart is a participant.
We're playing Mafia in our free time. We get used to each other fast, and it's not as exciting as before. We reach the final point by night and drop the anchor.
With a group of "professional survivors" we're waiting for Ed Khalilov and the team to land on the deserted island. We were supposed to spend the night with minimum supplies. Just like we like it :)
But the hours go by and the team doesn't show up, the plans have changed. There is no appropriate island nearby. So in order to keep our combtive mood, we spend the night rescue training and getting an injured person from the lower hold training.
The lower hold is not deep, but it's really exciting. Especially since we're all new at this and we only have like 20 meters of rope and a couple of snap hooks.
We're exhausted like hamsters in a wheel :) So we meet the dawn of the next, 9th day.
There are a lot of sails in the bay. Nothing can compare to the dawn on the sail surrounded by other sails like this.
We get about an hour of sleep. Then we get up, have breakfast, relief of the guard and the on-call duty.
The festival is today, so we're all fancy and festive. Then a tourist crowd arrives.
We're sailing them all over the bay. We're teaching them to handle the equipment, demonstrating it's the sail's capabilities.
There's live music, the people are happy and celebrating, while we're struggling with the sails from left to right and back :)
The day ends and the guests are ashore. We follow them in our boat.
This port town turns out to be pretty boring. After dinner we get back to Shtandart, which has become our home by now.
At night, some guys go to see the Czech ship – La Grace. There's music all up until the morning. There's a nice crowd from different ships. Big Dan is doing his magic with the guitar.
I finally go to sleep, and so ends the last day at sea.
Everybody leaves the next morning. We're the last to come ashore with the rest of the crew. Only the captain and his team left on Shtandart.
Who would have thought that saying goodbye to the ship I will be so sentimental, remembering each moment, spent with my friends in this journey?
I am now a 100% sure I will be back on Shtandart again and again. Being at sea is hard, but also rewarding.