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location: 47.8496016025711, 13.350667930492033 location: 47.8496016025711, 13.350667930492033
read_more: Set sail → read_more: Set sail →
The sailing regatta began and there I was in a dinghy together with <span class="maroon">█████</span> and <span class="teal">████████</span> of all people. The bottom feeders of our class, thrown together to race the cool kids. How the hell had I ended up here? To be fair, half the class had simply assigned me my old role [from before I left](/go-west.html) for a year abroad. The other half were thrown off by how much I'd changed and treated me like a newcomer. Who was I? The old loser or the new alien? Either way I accepted my fate and got ready to lose. But first, let's go back to the beginning of the week... The sailing regatta began and there I was in a dinghy together with <span class="maroon">█████</span> and "the [Wookie](/wookie.html)" of all people. The bottom feeders of our class, thrown together to race the cool kids. How the hell had I ended up here? To be fair, half the class had simply assigned me my old role [from before I left](/go-west.html) for a year abroad. The other half were thrown off by how much I'd changed and treated me like a newcomer. Who was I? The old loser or the new alien? Either way I accepted my fate and got ready to lose. But first, let's go back to the beginning of the week...
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We spent most of our days at the lake, where half the class took a windsurfing course and the other half learned to sail. I was part of the latter group. We learned different knots, nautical terminology, and practiced sailing maneuvers like *gybing* and *tacking*, turning with or through the wind and trying not to capsize in the process. I genuinely enjoyed learning all of it, though I seemed to be in the minority. Most people were busy recovering from hangovers and already looking forward to the next round of drinking after sunset. We spent most of our days at the lake, where half the class took a windsurfing course and the other half learned to sail. I was part of the latter group. We learned different knots, nautical terminology, and practiced sailing maneuvers like *gybing* and *tacking*, turning with or through the wind and trying not to capsize in the process. I genuinely enjoyed learning all of it, though I seemed to be in the minority. Most people were busy recovering from hangovers and already looking forward to the next round of drinking after sunset.
The regatta on the final day was less about sailing talent and more about who was still functional after a week of partying. That was exactly how I ended up in a boat with <span class="maroon">█████</span> and <span class="teal">████████</span>, since the three of us were among the very few who had actually paid attention and cared about what we were doing out on the water. The regatta on the final day was less about sailing talent and more about who was still functional after a week of partying. That was exactly how I ended up in a boat with <span class="maroon">█████</span> and the "the [Wookie](/wookie.html)", since the three of us were among the very few who had actually paid attention and cared about what we were doing out on the water.
Unfortunately, nerdy interest in sailing turned out not to be enough to win races. A minute into the regatta, it became increasingly obvious that my two shipmates had not exactly spent the previous evenings practicing knots. Their reactions were slow, their timing completely off, and every other maneuver dissolved into confused giggling. Unfortunately, nerdy interest in sailing turned out not to be enough to win races. A minute into the regatta, it became increasingly obvious that my two shipmates had not exactly spent the previous evenings practicing knots. Their reactions were slow, their timing completely off, and every other maneuver dissolved into confused giggling.