the hullabaloo happened ...
Thursday, August 12, 7:34, triumphant entry into the harbor of Martigues, 30h and 56 minutes before the officially announced. Victorious but exhausted our favorites based Raffutins * So for the first time in 11 months, 5 days, 8 hours and 26 minutes on foot on their beloved homeland. Emotions ... "It's still really ugly Martigues (Manu) -" clever "(Ju) -" Good clean it? (Adri). "FANTASTICO EXCEPTIONNNELLL THAT BELLO (Martina)," Wait, the coffee first " (Oliv). « Quoi, on est déjà arrivés ? » (moi qui sort de la cabine). Rien de solennel, pas de champagne (ni de croissants L ) à l’arrivée. Juste un soleil qui tape, des lignes de hautes tensions, un quai loin de tout et la promesse d’une grosse, très grosse journée. L’idée : tout nettoyer au mieux et au plus vite pour pouvoir profiter à fond de deux jours de retrouvailles intenses là ou le départ s’était préparé un an plus tôt.
Mission accomplie. Et cela relève de l’exploit lorsqu’on voit la quantité de ##### que l’on peut accumuler sur un Raffut. Des Blitzkriegs (vieille plaque de plastique inform roughly scrawled in marker of hexagons with a few colored bolts), dozens of canned yesterday almost appetizing but they are more than old rusty cans, the bobrafuts, duvets (smelly) ... well, you name it (there are better) ... Well it all on a platform that makes the brothel, in four cars it makes in volume and 6 arms it makes weight! I take this opportunity to slip by a BIG thank you to all who came incorruptible give a helping hand to Emile and Jacqueline ontoffert us a good picnic, Clarisse who filled his car with various objects more or less "sick" , Pierre-Antoine .. which rose and emptied a bucket.
The moment of reunion can now begin. * The Raffutins, eyes that shine back to their Belles, their families and good friends. Everyone is not there yet, but enough people together for three days is a little makeshift, improbable, insane, emotionally rich, poor sleep and full of anecdotes. This is not my mission today to tell those few days to do it quickly: Champââââgne, but especially beer, pink, yellow and volleyball, grills and fries belote country; real beds (for the privileged ...), machine Washing and Carrefour nearby were there to greet us ... well just enough to brighten our Raffutins * a little disoriented and remind them that 99.9% of their 29 guests were able to tell their return to earth: "Bah, what a funny idea of trying to live a year on a boat all wet? ". I take this opportunity to slip a VERY big thank you to Fabienne Bernard and Ola who UNEF again, more than well received all these people come from more or less far to greet, congratulate and interview the Mariners.
apologize dear readers musing on this blog, you've all been waiting and I have promised, it is now time to give everyone an objective look at the lifestyle of Raffutin *. Azores in Martigues for a period of 23 days and a distance of 1880 miles I had infiltrated the racket and got my pass for one of their own to deliver a unique testimony to the realities of real life on board . Rich experience and strong which enabled me to observe closely (and near) the Raffutin * in various configurations of its natural environment in and near the port, through and through, good and full full well at full speed and off, and understand how far from becoming as one might think after a year of common life than a "typical" ordinary seamen a-little-bit-a-redneck-hero who loves women rum and beer-name-of-god they are become complex characters made various facets often surprising. In short it is time to break the stereotypes, prejudices, which they say have quietly drawn in our minds through this blog, and over the testimonies of survivors returned to Paris to share their experiences over a beer at the Hideout :
They say Raffutin * wears hats. Yes, he wears every day. Besides all the better because it's us who their have offered. One can even say that Adrian never goes day and night without his hat color (or discolored or faded but still colorful finally we do not know too much): From Cartagena and Barcelona still at Aix, soon to tour! he would attempt to impose a new style mid Rave mid countryside?
They say Raffutin * is disconnected. There you are joking joke as some would say we have to see Jun, Oliv and Adri, the foot immediately placed on the ground rushing on their FaceBook account to see who has the more notifications after 8 days at sea, how then each stop the evolution of the rating popularity (ie number of Attending) of the "Evening of return." Manu out of it all still managed to stall the air of nothing the day after his birthday he got 51.3 notifications. Clever.
One can believe that * is not Raffutin would run again ... there is an error. We do not know how but at 500 miles Odds Julien knows the latest results from the OM and the last performance of the team of France at the European Championships in Athletics. And second, what do I say to the hundredth of a second, and more. Well let's say in terms of current "normal "They are often months late. But beware, the information that they have imported through some magazines ... they know, and well! All know for example that China is developing a project to relocate in order to qualify it to Chateauroux production Made in Europe. The
Raffutin * is green. Yes it's true they explain why we have the right to throw a whole bunch of stuff in the sea, but not other stuff. How to save water (do not use it at all), electricity and chocolate (one square, no more). But it is not Ecolo bobo: once on earth is with great joy he eats a big fat Burger King.
They say Raffutin * sins. I would have liked! In fact, sometimes Raffutin Tent sin. Most often, the only thing they are catching sardines in water, mustard or tomato buried under the floors. Yet witnesses have said and we have photos to support: they have apparently already caught some fish ... we would be lying? Olivier could he put at the service of their glory his talents on PhotoShop? Not going to confess, once they have caught fish ... so we would also presque dit un coup monté (peut être essayaient t-ils de me bluffer…) : 12 maqueraux (des fois trois en un seul lever de canne) en moins de 30 minutes ! vous y croyez vous ?
On se dit que le Raffutin* gère. Grave ! C’est fou d’ailleurs : 25 nœuds de vent au travers, 300 miles de Gibraltar, des creux de 4,5 mètres, qui déferlent (et je n’exagère même pas). Moi, un peu beaucoup angoissée mais qui préfère me taire, je peux observer Manu, Oliv, Adri qui se succèdent à la barre, l’air, serein. « De toute façon on n’a pas le choix, on ne peut que aller tout droit » précise Jul fataliste au moment or I was told that the Iridium (satellite phone) does not work (actually it was not entirely broken since at Martigues, if you climb on the wall and get up a little arm you pick , just enough to call the parents of Manu and inform them of our arrival). 500 miles from land, the steering wheel farts, a chain is organized quietly, behind the cab is empty and 20 minutes of tinkering later, Oliv can again surf the swell proudly. The next rebelotte. The same. (Clever guys anyway)
They say Raffutin * stinks. One even said that her clothes fall sick ... Well there you imagine that I was pleasantly surprised. Compared with 4 guys together in a space of 24m ² for a day in Paris they smell of roses. Oliv 'alone has admitted that he spent 8 days without showering has not yet caught the disease that had been developing in the "cushions" blue. According to their testimonies, I was lucky not to have to live with a certain Raoul behind all the rumors about the smell of Raffutin *.
We say that all the Raffutin * is an adventurer. Ahem, after some days nearly every one of us on board do not want only thing we can do our next quarter Poppa mode becalmed engine-driver-book. Okay I admit they are a bit much even when adventurers, saying they may just be a little fénéant times.
Presumably the Raffutin * do not like TV. Well yes, they're adventurers, not the type to languish a whole day slumped on a chair to watch good bad movies ... Um hum! The beautiful kids lock themselves in very easily makes small screen placed on their knees to look at (through) the films met with their French-dude-on-a-ile-somewhere-in-l'atlantic has given them. Same comment as for the news mentioned above: they have a limited number of movie, they know them all by heart and therefore readily develop a comic repetition, clever, which may seem to be an original neurosis (type ICT) casual observer, skillful.
They say Raffutins * are on vacation. Ah, there in fact is what I thought so too and would love not to be wrong by the way! In fact it is a huge delusion, believe it or not, it's not at all the holiday hullabaloo. You wake up at 4am, so that makes 10 degrees to ask you to hold a bar, you have plenty of time to make dinner and prepare meals, must be made by plotting the points x and y in a coordinate system with non-orthogonal compass and write complicated lines in a logbook so we seasick, clean the square, and plus, everything is an excuse to give you lessons sails or mechanical that you need to show polite interest. * Raffutins our brief to "put on vacation" when in port or at anchor, but other times not kidding.
We say that * is a Raffutin morfal. Let's face it, it's somewhat true: for eat 600g of Rice-racket at 4am it must be a little bit. Nevertheless we must recognize a small gourmet side with these browsers: it's not always about the big fat Macdo as we head once arriving in English ports, but it is with enthusiasm and coquetry that we teach in too little known English: 100 Montaditos Let us swallow some local specialties. Also, there's nothing to make a Raffutin * glad to uncork a good bottle of wine, open a box of good pie gourmet cook or duck confit.
One can believe that Raffutin * is a little rustic. Well not you imagine that in each one can discover a little artistic talent. Adrian is a daily show impressive creativity in an attempt to transform the basic ingredients available on board in a few recipes more or less convincing. Our stomachs also remember all of his quiche with pastry if it could not be digested properly could be used to reseal the vessel. Olivier and Julie are happy to share their talent to make some startling pictorial compositions (to be between the Ernst and drawings of your little brother) I also invite them to do an exhibition in Night of the long-awaited return to the Tour.
That I hope I have made a good insight into the complexity and diversity of our beloved characters Raffutins *. I guess you are all now much more eager to find the stars (now known worldwide through the publication of an article in effigy in their sails and sailboats) and ask a bunch of questions (that they can they show off some serious kiffent so please)! The evening return to Tour (pardon Cinq Mars la Pile) is made for this, and many are waiting for you (remember the transfer, clever)!
One thing is sure, cliche or no shots, damn, they did!
On behalf of all your readers and all your visitors, I should like to sincerely thank you for you Raffutins * you did, your dream, you've done and you did it to share. THANK
the hullabaloo!
And full of good luck for the future!! Anne-Louise
