Friday 15 July. Tuning the mast.

Written by Jack van Ommen on July 15th, 2011

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Boyko keeps a serious album on all the visitors to the Marina here. And since this is about the only marina on a 150 plus k.m. stretch, practically all Danube sailors have made a stop here. I searched through his records to see if I might be able to claim my first s/h US sailor to do the Danube.  And I believe that the answer is, yes. There have been other s/h sailors. A Kiwi, Glen Alborn, in a 20 foot boat that he purchased in England.

An American flagged 35 foot “Maria Sorg Mutineer” came down the river s/h but the skipper, Alois Peyr, was a Czech born Australian. He purchased the yacht in the USA. About the time that I arrived in the Chesapeake in 2007, he was towed in by the Coast Guard with a leak, out of fuel an a damaged mast. It took him 61 days to cross the Atlantic to Europe. According to the people here the man was a nut case.

“Island Lady” was the American boat I  had heard about earlier on this trip. It was a 27 footer, registered in Florida, owned by a Polish American and crewed with another real Pole. But I have not been able to determine if it came across the Atlantic on his own or was shipped across.  Apparently the two-some were another story. The marina manager never had an opportunity to meet the skipper in a sober moment.

So, here, at last, comes this nice old sober Christian Dutch American sailor to set the record straight. Today a Belgian power boat came in. They are going back to Ghent against the current, they have done the French rivers/canals to the Med and came up from the Black Sea. But his boat handling skills are about what anyone would expect if I were to fly a 747. He barged right into me. No damage done.

Can anyone figure out the language on this T shirt I spotted today? I searched on the internet if there happened to be a regatta like this in New Zealand, Santiago City ? Must have been created in the back alleys of Shanghai??


2 Comments so far ↓

  1. Rick says:

    How tall is your mast? I am in Budapest headed downstream on a Westerly Berwick. I am 13.7 meters tall when I raise the mast which I am looking forward to. I have been trying to figure out the last bridge that requires it being down.

    Best Regards,

  2. jackvanommen says:

    Dear Rick,

    My mast top is about 13.7 meter from the surface. With the current low Danube level you should be able to clear the bridge here after Giurgu/Rouse/Russe and the next bridges are taller.

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