Picture the scene if you will, the background can highlight how the little things can make the massive differences!..
I currently own/manage a small boutique hotel (along with a few other businesses) .. I’ve also been planning for years, to bring these all to a close soon when I ‘retire’ from regular work at the end of my current hotel contract.
Part of the hotel is that we offer a range of all 16 Nespresso coffees to our guests. For whatever reason I forgot to add my own favourite variety to the most recent order. The minimum order is 200 capsules (typically every few weeks), so it wasn’t worth doing another order just for the one extra coffee type (and being Nespresso, there are only a few places to actually buy it in person, ie near Harrods).
So last Sunday evening (13th April), we had a rare case of having an empty hotel, while I was on shift.. So I decided .. it was a nice day .. why not get the train into London to buy more coffee .. and then have a bit of a wander around whilst up there. (I do appreciate the rail fare was more than postage of the coffee order).
20 minutes later I was on the train, including a travel card to ensure I could make it to Harrods before they shut (a rare thing for me, I tend to prefer walking across the surface of London, as I’ve been doing for the past few years).. And then on the underground system this woman catches my eye:
This image flashes me back 20 years, to a presentation of a friend of my C.O. (while I was in the ATC), from a lovely woman called Cherry (I think).
With no previous professional sailing experience, she skippered a yacht full of other amateur sailors, across the Atlantic (or so I can vaguely remember)..
Even without recalling too many of the finer details, it sounded like an incredible journey .. something to aspire to in years to come, but finding that place in the recesses of my mind along with the other countless thoughts and ideas I collate over the years.
So Monday morning, and after a great night’s sleep, I booted up the laptop and completed the online application.
The website showed the event starting in August 2013, and finishing the following June, so with my timing of the hotel, and my NZ BUNAC work exchange Visa expiring in mid March 2014, I applied for legs 3,4,5 of the 8 legs around the world. This would take me out on the water from South Africa, to Western Australia, Eastern Australia, and finish in China, from October 2013 to February 2014 (seemingly nicely placed with my hotel lease contract finishing on the 31st August 2013).
Buy that same afternoon I had a call back from a guy called David, at ‘Clipper Ventures’ .. asking if I could I make it to an interview that Friday from 10am-2pm. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem (I normally have staff working all day on Fridays at the hotel, but one staff member was on holiday for the mornings).. I had three rooms in, but I should be able to get them paid up early, and head down after breakfast.
So Friday morning, I head down to Gosport, and see this lovely 70′ yacht in the Marina.
I watch and listen to a great presentation, apparently trying to put you off, but making those of us present to want it even more.
Then it’s mentioned.. the race starts the last weekend in August (not early August as I’d expected).. I look again at the ‘Round the World’ map, taking in the incredible journey that may be available to me … if I can do three legs, why not do all eight? .. The ‘last weekend’ in August is Saturday 31st August, and Sunday the 1st September .. could they mean that one?
Yes, apparently the race actually begins on the 1st September, possibly from London. The timing couldn’t be more perfect.
I have a great interview, my diverse range of experiences and skills seemed to be well matched to the challenge (40,000 miles, with up to 50 strangers (around 20 at any time), in a confined space, on a race through all weathers to the finish, and massively hard work)..
So stuff the holiday after the hotel : I’m going on a boat race!