Isn’t that a yearly(?) festival where tall ships from many nationalities visit some port, sorta like some antique car shows?
A few decades ago they came to my city. Many people with their crafts would ride alongside. Was quite a sight and the crowds in the port, overwhelming.
That makes sense. Surprised at the number of older looking tall ships. Really nifty.
Can’t really grasp spending years aboard something smaller heading off to parts unknown.
In Scott’s hut in Antarctica, just down the path a bit from the American base at McMurdo,
There are still cans on the wall marked:
“Eatable Tallow Candles”
If it’s dark, ya’ burn ’em. If you’re hungry ’ya eat ’em.
Still a few dead seals stacked in the corner. Freeze dried by now.
They were made of tougher stuff than I.
The men - not the seals….
I almost yelled at the screen when he left all the laser-marks in/on the pan before just continuing on like nothing.
I restored a coupla cast-Fe pans (still using the small one for eggs practically every time I make ’em), and while they weren’t so far gone, you don’t just leave ’em like that.
Wire-brush to get off the main grunge. Steel wool to grind it away ’til shiny and smooth. Wipe down, wash, wash again, scour, rinse’n’repeat ’til it’s perfect. Then season it.
Yeesh. Like that Choinese fella who used to hang off the edges of buildings for lulz. Had “sponsorships” so he could pay for his mum’s medical expenses or something.
Anyway, one day he just couldn’t hold his grip, couldn’t climb back up, and dropped off the side of a building. Didn’t go splat way down on the sidewalk, but like 5 stories below where he landed on a wider section of the building.
Only vague recall, can’t remember details…
There’s that dope who rides his hoverboard just inches away from the edges of building-roofs that we’ll one day read about, too.
Ah, here we go…
We’re polishing up the Darwin Award, just to be prepared.