Tacking & gybing, rockin’ & rollin’

This weekend I went on a sailing trip.

We flew the flag of the country of the boat. Here, the UK. This is also a picture of the life preserver, with a diagram (difficult to see here) of a very unhappy-looking stick figure getting rescued.

The classic method of telling what direction you’re going.

On Sunday we headed east, where we could see the tall chalk cliffs.


And of course, no post about a boat trip would be complete without pictures of the captain and crew. Matt was our fearless leader, and Orla, Hsiao-Wei and I made up the crew.

“Trip” suggests that we were going to a destination, however. The trip was originally supposed to be from Brighton to the Isle of Wight, and back the next day. As it turned out, we made it only about halfway to the Isle of Wight before the wind died on Saturday, so our trip turned into two mini-trips: one day west and back; the second day east and back. I learned a new word, though: “becalmed.”