GC:GOING OUT LIMASSOL NAUTICAL CLUB For this edition of keeping it all things summery, we resisted choosing a bar or something that reflected the nighttime, and thought it was better to forsake a hangover and instead take part in something relatively healthy. Having sat in many of the eating and drinking establishments that go from the part of the seafront that houses the Crowne Plaza. I have always found it incredibly relaxing to sit and watch the small boats leave Limassol Nautical Club and go off gently into the distance. Watching the boats go over the tiny white crests of waves, gathering speed to go far out to sea kind of helps address with the childhood trauma of being taught how to use what my teachers of the time would could very loosely describe a boat, on the once yearly charade of ‘let’s show the inner city school some nature stuff’.
LNC Rowing Credit: Andreas Stesinou
We were shouted at from the sidelines, by our sports teacher whose only relationship with the sea appeared to be an excessive and enthusiastic relationship with rum. Whilst bellowing at us that we are a seafaring nation, from under the comfort of his umbrella, and his feet being firmly on terra firma. Myself and my boat based companions did receive several mild concussions from being hit several times on the head, from the randomly swinging mast which seemed to operate on its own set of rules. It always kind of put me off sailing as a past time when the opportunity arose in adulthood. For some reason they always chose to do this activity around November time, when the wind and rain were driving in your face, where you seemed to have a constant existence of being constantly cold and wet.
