The Finish
Having sailed the whole of
Saturday in patchy wind (as if the forecast wind blew as promised, then had to
catch its breath before it blew again) we made land fall just north of Cabo
Frio. The thing about South America in this race is that one should try not to
miss it, and having achieved that, one should try not to hit it. We did
neither. We rounded Cabo Frio, and headed off shore to avoid the much talked
about parking lot.
It was a lovely Sunday sail down
the coast. A moderate wind kept us going at around seven knots, and we were
visited by dolphins twice – as if to welcome us to the continent.
In the benign conditions, the
family relaxed and Mom sat us all down and made us each relate the three best
things about our experience. Some turned
out to be pretty profound, but I won’t bore you with too much detail. It was
then time to wash up, brush up, and get ready for the finish. We all got
dressed in our Investec kit, to look at our best for the finish.
The bay of Rio is a really
beautiful place, and is entered past (or through) some magnificent volcanic
formations. We negotiated the entry to the bay, trying desperately to stay in
the breeze. The afternoon was wearing on, and the last thing we felt like was
to be becalmed just before the finish.
And so we headed for the finish,
as majestically as we could manage, with full mainsail, and our biggest Zebra
spinnaker. Mom was on the helm, with the rest of us all on deck, soaking in the
sight of this beautiful place.
A few miles from the finish, we
were met by a media boat, and our attention was distracted by all the greetings
and jocularity. Mom said that she thought things were going to get interesting,
and, as usual, she was quite right.
She had spotted a build up of
breeze in the distance, coming in fast. Ryan took over the helm. The rest of us
trimmed for all we were worth. It must be said that Ricky and Brennan are quite
amazing at times like this. The wind came through, tight and hard. Spinnaker
pole forward and down, the mainsail flattened and travelled down. The backstay
on hard. Mom and Dad on the rail.
There was talk of having to drop
the spinnaker, but that would be an ignominious way to finish, so we fought for
control, and got Ciao Bella settled and racing for the finish. The last mile of
our crossing was done heeled over hard and flying. There are some great pics of
our finish which may be seen at
https://plus.google.com/photos/+TrevorWilkins/albums/5973369163797183649.
We crossed the line 22 days, 9
hours, 14 minutes and 57 seconds after the start in Cape Town.
I don’t think it matters how many
times you do it. Crossing the finish line after having sailed over an entire
ocean is always an emotional and special moment. Plenty of cheers and a few
tears at the end of our adventure.
Our thoughts turned to the family
and fellow crew members of a man we had not met, who died at the start of the
race, and to those who had to retire and see a dream go unfulfilled.
And, just before the Rio party
starts, it is time to acknowledge the support that we received from Investec
Corporate and Institutional Banking. We have been proud to be associated with
them, and the Zebra spinnakers will be seen often (and hopefully long) into the
future as a reminder of this association.
And we have also been supported
by Xtralink, who generously provided our communication systems, as well as
Glider eyewear who gave us all quality polarised sunglasses for the race.
Ray Matthews, the Royal Cape
Yacht Club member who managed the race needs a special mention. As a volunteer,
covering his own costs, he has made an exceptional effort to ensure the success
of this event. Both in Cape Town and here in Rio, him and his wife slaved away,
covering every possible base they could. And, let it be said that the organization
has been impeccable. Think for a moment of just how difficult managing those
first few days must have been.
Trevor Wilkins has been the media
man, and, like Ray, has put in a huge amount of effort into making sure that
news of the race got into the media. This is a very difficult job when, in the
value column of the budget next to “media,” there is no number.
En, so van media gepraat, ons
moet nie vergeet van Oom Cobus, wat elke nou en dan met Pa op die radio gesels
het. Hy is ‘n goeie vriend.
And, our own little circle of
communication support. The Stig (who shall remain faceless as promised) whose
job it was to keep the blog updated, and to pass your messages on to us. Mrs Stiq, now thankfully out of hospital, who
kept the Facebook page going through all her difficulties – only reneging on
her duties when under anaesthetic, and Uncle Derek, always in our background,
and always there to cover for us.
But mostly, we want to thank all
of you for your support. Your messages have been inspirational and a whole lot
of fun. It was always so good to know that there were so many of you out there
rooting for us, keeping an eye on us, and occasionally praying for us...
Thank you all.
Ciao Bella – out.