Blog From Lisa on Visit Malta Puma
Finally my turn. It is quite a challenge to get access to this computer. Not because I am dying for typing – after all that is what we end up doing most of the time. Being out of the need of any kind of electrical application was one of the reasons why I left the land in the first place.
Nine days – or is it ten, or twelve ? Does it really matter, I have hardly any idea. For now life is divided up in shifts, which put the days in a constant rhythm of trimming, sail changes, cooking, etc. All quite different from the normal way of life.
However, being asked to blog about life on board – I came up with this narrative - the race as a metaphor for life. Inspired by Mark Twain we would all agree “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you did not do, rather then the things you did, so throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbour, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore, Dream, Discover. “Furthermore, elaborate on how challenges, whatever they might be and wherever they might occur should be overcome with power of determination. How the absence of opportunities are not to be an excuse for not making the best effort out of any given situation. Learn how to sail rather then blame the lack of the wind. To have an open mind that enables you to see the beautiful things in life as they come along – a group of dolphins along the bow or a lonely seagull catching an eye on us from above. From his distance our problems on the boat of 38 feet must be seen as quite small in these huge waters. How interpersonal relationships should not be barriers for reaching the overall goal. And so I could go on and on and on….
Well I thought it what have been interesting to integrate these stories, challenges and opportunities from our sailing adventures to life happenings onshore. Enabling you to get a wider perspective of our motivation for concluding this race but also to learn from it.
But rather other fascinating phenomenas popped up in my mind. I would properly come back to the subject – but rather than enforcing a story at this point I realized that I have come across the best opportunity ever to explore a fascinating subject – Machoism. After all Skipper delivering his most accurate news, and Brian, who already shared his thoughts on some of the subject. So why not just add some extra flavours to those.
I can not come closer to empirical date than this, ocean racing with nine guys – an anthropology study in real time. What an opportunity! My Professor would have been disappointed if I would have missed out a great opportunity of field studies by not taking the chance of this one.
Macho has a loft of mystics into it. So at least for me to undress the subject quite a bit. It can not be more macho than this? And is macho really needed to be a successful team? This may not be in favour in the macho-world, after all the mysterious atmosphere around the off shore racing maybe a well kept secret in the yachting world. (Sorry RORC).
I came to realise that macho comes in different forms. Without reviling too much of newly collected dated, I though a few observations maybe quite delightful to share at this point.
There is a constant pool of messages and love letters sent to the boat for all the longing girlfriends and wifes, back there somewhere secured in the harbour. At some point I thought we where going to the moon and being gone forever. One of the team members can not possible sleep without his favourite pillow, that he obviously took onboard – though we are obligated to carry as little weight as possible, I was not even aloud to bring my own soap!! Or all those sing-along-songs that is requested from the crew, once Skipper has had his briefings.
Romantic letters and poetry being transmitted over oceans with not respect for the cost of sending it. Or the time effort for that matter either. Teddy bears that being hugged by when the longings for the dear once getting too much. This all come served with the home baked bread straight from the oven. Hugs and frequently love affection if a part of the game – getting us closer as a team and obviously in the long run – to perform better. There are urgent calls for hugs when someone is down in the dump - as they phrase it. Obviously I have made it very clear that I may serve fruit but the hugging they clearly have to handle themselves. And for sure they do – quite frequently.
All this mixed with a tough, straightforward attitude to life, where risks and uncertainties are not an issue. Rather posing an opportunity to the challenge of finding solutions. And when we are under pressure from the outside world - they stick together and give a helping hand.
If this is macho – I think I may quite like it.
On the final note, yes indeed we are all different characters with different interest and views of life. But we have one common interest that we deeply share – the love for the ocean and more specifically ocean racing. Additionally, we are all having the deepest appreciation for our Skipper that every day (and night) continue to push us forward to perform better as a team, coming up with all kind of solutions for finding ways to get around problems. But foremost, the gratitude for introducing me and so many others to ocean racing. I would not have missed out on that. And either should you!.
Thanks for all greetings and salutations! We will be back soon.