In Antibes we worked aboard Speedy Go for a while. She was this beautiful Maxi racer transformed into a luxury yacht, with interior all built in pear wood, lined with a white carpet. Fancy stuff. Owned by some Italian politician we never met. Needless to say I worked my ass off. A couple - Italians - came aboard - Cinzia and Piero. She used to make the most delicious sandwiches in the whole wide world. At the end we were offered to join them taking the boat to the Pacific, but we kindly refused, which proved to be good. Later we heard Cinzia left Piero behind and ran away with the Australian bloke they hired instead.
As if that wasn't enough I also worked aboard other sailboats. Aboard Arayan I improved my cooking skills and learned to enjoy the admirable cave full of Chablis...
Arayan also took us to a race in St. Tropez where I had the joy of sailing alongside Eric Tabarly in his Pen Duick. He was such a beautiful man - smiling, simple, positive, just a privilege to be around. A bit later (1998) he disappeared in the middle of the sea.
It's difficult to accept endings mentally, but it's something we have to learn. It helps thinking less is more.
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| Tabarly aboard his Pen Duick |
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