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The imperfect sailor

The imperfect sailor

Team Vesta Wind/Volvo Ocean Race
Team Vesta Wind/Volvo Ocean Race

It took me a trip inland and a guided tour of a famous landmark to have an insight of how imperfection and errors are an important part of human beings’ nature. Not that I was unaware of that, but the power of insights lays in making a meaningful reality of what is known and obvious. Also, that same day, November 30, the impossible happened, as a yacht equipped with the latest navigation technologies and manned by highly trained crew ran aground on a remote but charted reef in the Indian Ocean during the Volvo Ocean Race.

But let’s move back to what originated that insight. I spent Thanksgiving holidays with Kate and her family in their hometown Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I have a particular affinity for this city, that goes over my love for Kate and her family. Once known as the land of coal mines and steel mills, today the City thrives on prestigious educational and medical institutions and sport enthusiasm (Let’s go Pens!). The hilly terrain of Pittsburgh makes for spread-out neighborhoods and offers wonderful vistas of the downtown skyline, the confluence of the three river that built the city (Monongahela and the Allegheny forms the Ohio River), the steel bridges and the industrial archeology. These exposed bones give Pittsburgh a rugged appearance, but its core is made of precious and sophisticated knowledge and history. And hey, it’s ketchup country!

Vista from cousin Jeff''s home
Vista from cousin Jeff”s home

The Cathedral of Learning (or “Cathy” for Pitt students) is an historical landmark of Pittsburgh and its unusual and catchy name pushed me to ask Kate to take me there. The building is part of the University of Pittsburgh campus,  and is used for educational purposes.  It’s a tall splinter of stone raised in the middle of shorter buildings, like a long finger showing the vertical path of improvement that education and knowledge can lead to.

Kate & Cathy
Kate & Cathy

Inside the building, the Nationality Rooms, “rooms that show the good things immigrants brought to America”, function as regular university classrooms, and they can also be visited as an attraction. The rooms were designed to represent the culture of various ethnic groups of the region and were realized by fine artists. During Christmas time they are also decorated following the tradition of each country.

We took a guided tour of the rooms as the perfect tourists would do following the leader and the group for almost all the 29 rooms. The tour guide interpreted the marvelous artworks and told stories and curiosities. In the Hungarian Room, he challenged us to find a small imperfection in one of the panels of the ceiling. One of the birds of the several identical ones depicted was missing white dots on its wing. He explained this flaw as “a deliberate act” of the artist to underline that only God is perfect. Trying to reach perfection would be a sin and a chance to attract bad luck.

the ceiling of the Hungarian Room
the ceiling of the Hungarian Room

I have heard that story before, applied to different cultures. It doesn’t matter if the story is about Navajo rugs, Chinese floors, Japanese gates or Hungarian ceilings, people attribute the imperfection in an otherwise masterpiece work of art to the intention of the artist. I couldn’t find any academic study or ethnographic account that report this cross-cultural phenomenon but the role of imperfection in human life is well known.  The Wabi-Sabi aestethic from Japan for instance consider transience and imperfection as part of life, and so the chipped bowl and rough surfaces of artifacts are seen as ideals of beauty.

Wether it is a documented fact or an urban legend, a marketing tool or a good excuse, the story of “deliberate imperfection” suddenly made me feel good, because I constantly face my imperfections as a sailor and boat guy and I need solace when it gets rough on me. I didn’t grow up sailing, and I was 27 the first time I put my feet on a sailboat, nonetheless I made some headway in making this my profession, with lots of mistakes and impeferction of course, but also through professional training and practice. What we are asked as skippers and crew is to be perfect, or at least to try, because errors can be very expensive on a sailboat, and also very dangerous, even fatal.

To help us in this job navigation technology has improved dramatically in the last 30 years, as well as the cartography of the oceans. Electronics and instruments have become more and more important aboard new yachts. Also professional sailors have to comply with ever more complex and strict standards through training and study, which include non-electronical navigation (as dead reckoning and astro-navigation), in case something goes wrong with electronics onboard.

Despite all this, Team Vesta Wind hit a reef in  Cargados Carajos archipelago while sailing at 19 knots of speed, with no consequences for the crew but leaving behind a totally disabled 6 million dollar yacht and abandoning the race. The instruments were functioning and the skipper, Chris Nicholson accepts “ultimate responsibility” for the errors that lead to the accident. Human errors made by some of the most competent sailors in the world. Unfortunately being less than perfect can cost you the victory in a race like the Volvo.

Self-confidence and augmented reality can play against us when we don’t pay attention to warnings and we assume everything is ok. When we set sail aboard Tranquility for our first voyage we were far away from having the perfect boat or the perfect conditions. We had the only option of sailing the North Atlantic during winter time, and we did it with the maximum attention. Being conscious of that made us more alert and careful, we know we were imperfect sailors on an imperfect boat and we behaved accordingly. Recognizing imperfection in our lifes is an act of honesty, not an excuse to stop improving. It allows us to learn, forgive and move on.

Thanks to The Library of the Georgia Historical Society in Savannah, GA for giving me a beautiful and quiet place to write this post.

Visiting Utopia

Visiting Utopia

Franz Matsch - Triumph of Achilles
Franz Matsch – Triumph of Achilles

Recently Kate and I had a meeting about our finances and cruising budget. The atmosphere in the room was tense, almost as we were on the board of a financial firm who is deciding about their future in a shifting market. The tone of voice was high and the opinions divergent.  When you don’t have a fixed income or personal wealth and you dream about a life afloat it’s no joke. We not only have to figure out the way to make it through the everyday expenses, we have also to plan the future with variable and not predictable income.

Since we are stuck in the mud with bills to pay and things to figure out we feel that the original idea is becoming almost an impossible quest. Even when you have determination, the path is hard and steep, the courage itself doesn’t guarantee your success. Will we be able to resume our trip? What does it take to get financially untangled and self sustained? Will we be able to defeat the Forces of Evil? Of course we will.

We are still in a very priviledge position, we have the luck of being educated, with an ever growing network of good people around us and we are constantly on a learning curve, exposed to interesting situation and people. The only fact that we are contemplating the idea of spending some time cruising puts us among the very few fortunate people on this planet. It may sound silly that this is our biggest challenge, while other people face more dramatic and difficult situations. But still this is our Dragon, our Big Bad Wolf, the challenge we decided to face.

I love adventurers, people that risk their life to achieve impossible dreams. When I follow the sailors of the Volvo Ocean Race I am fully excited by the extreme conditions they face. When I read Moitessier’s and other singlehanded sailors’ recounts I feel the majesty and intensity of their experience. Their toughness is an inspiration. It’s a big boost of tension toward the everyday hassles of life, the fuel to propel us over the obstacles that sit in front of our goals. The danger and harshness of their adventures transcend their particular case becoming an ideal situation people can identify with.

That’s the reason why epic is important in our life. When  intellectual and critical thinking, rational intelligence and aesthetic are not enough, the primeval power of epic is what it takes to shake our soul and squeeze energy out of ourselves. We look at heroes from the bottom to the top, sometimes to distract us from the boring miseries of our existence, sometimes as a way to quench our thirst of energy to keep fighting our demons and enemies. Aim high to hit the target.

These utopias act as a beacon that leads to an unhabited island, where gods and demigods live, where the impossible becomes the norm. The Nobel Prize Wislawa Szymborska told us about this perfect place in one of her most celebrated poems. The island she depicts is ofted visited by humans, but none of them can stay. They all have to go back to the depths, where life happens.

 UTOPIA by Wislawa Szymborska

Island where all becomes clear.

Solid ground beneath your feet.

The only roads are those that offer access.

Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs.

The Tree of Valid Supposition grows here
with branches disentangled since time immemorial.

The Tree of Understanding, dazzlingly straight and simple,
sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It.

The thicker the woods, the vaster the vista:
the Valley of Obviously.

If any doubts arise, the wind dispels them instantly.

Echoes stir unsummoned
and eagerly explain all the secrets of the worlds.

On the right a cave where Meaning lies.

On the left the Lake of Deep Conviction.
Truth breaks from the bottom and bobs to the surface.

Unshakable Confidence towers over the valley.
Its peak offers an excellent view of the Essence of Things.

For all its charms, the island is uninhabited,
and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches
turn without exception to the sea.

As if all you can do here is leave
and plunge, never to return, into the depths.

Into unfathomable life.

Simple and tough foul weather gear

Simple and tough foul weather gear

“When the shit hits the fan there’s no superyacht bullshit”

Fabio Brunazzi

If I was a rich man I would get me one of those Musto HPX Ocean Jacket with those fantastic trousers. I had the chance to wear one during various deliveries on big sailing yachts. Nothing against them, it’s robust stuff, warm and comfortable. Oh yes, and all the sailors of the Volvo Ocean Race wear one! But unfortunately for me I am a poor guy and I don’t have 1400$ to invest in the foul weather gear only. Incidentally that’s the cost of a nice brand new mainsail for Tranquility.

What I could do, and I did, was to see if the commercial fishing industry offered serious stuff for something cheaper. New Bedford is America’s #1 fishing port since the start of the 21st century and fishermen from New Bedford are out in the North Atlantic with any weather. They definitely need resistant clothing, suitable for intensive and aggressive seas.

There is a shop close to the boatyard that is Guy Cotten distributor for the US. After a brief research on the brand and the products we finally stopped on the way to our boat to see if the intuition was true. We were dazed and amazed by the glossy colors of the PVC coated jackets and trousers. There were aprons, waterproof bags, neoprene sleeves, crab fishing duty gloves. The salesman made a good job in keeping us focused on our needs without wasting our money. Yes he suprisingly advised us against too heavy duty garments or too pricy items and guided us through all the sales and fabric descriptions. Here is the result.

PainGear
Complete foul weather gear for 82$

For sure it’s not very fancy or made out of high innovative fabric but I am sure it has nothing less than the pricy sailing branded ones in terms of waterproofing and durability. Maybe it won’t be very comfortable or breathable but when all hell breaks loose the most important thing is to stay dry. And I would let the fishes judge if it’s stylish or not.

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