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The Last Leg One Post!

28/4/17

The sun shone on the Sines waterfront for the 2017 leg 1 crew parade. The
Rona crew, clad in yellow capes made from the ripped spinnaker, slotted in
behind our on the water rivals Wylde Swan and the parade began. The crews
made their way along the waterfront, playing to the cheering crowds before
heading up the hill into Sines to finish in the Castle. It seemed that the
whole town had turned out to cheer for the parade and the Rona crew ensured
that they were given a show. We ran through our repertoire of Rona chants
and parade routines and distributed Rona wristbands to the crowd. Our
chanting became increasingly competitive with Wylde Swan and we were more
than happy to remind them of the race results with a chant of 'If you won
line honours clap your hands.'

The parade stopped in the castle grounds for the presentation. The first
award to go to Rona II was the communications award, this goes to the boat
that has done the most to aid race control with radio communications. It was
ours thanks to the mate Charlie who worked tirelessly throughout the race to
relay messages between boats at the front to Santa Maria Manuela, the race
control boat, at the back. Secondly we did of course have to collect the
line honours trophy, Oisin the youngest crew member and Paul the oldest
collected the trophy.

The final event was the crew party which saw music dancing and merriment as
all the crews had the chance to let their hair down at the end of a tough
trip. The Rona crew were in good form however skipper Roy's dancing did
raise a few issues... The crew left the party early due to a curfew imposed
by the skipper and retired to the ship to get ready for an early trip to the
airport.

This is the last blog post by leg 1. Leg 1 crew wish to pass their thanks
t the organizers from Sail Training International and the host ports of
Royal Greenwich, Torbay and Sines for their hospitality. We wish the girls
on Leg 2 fair winds and the best of Rona luck.

Over.

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