l ya toujours un sourire de plaisance sur mon visage en écoutant cette vieille (1956) chanson de Dalida. Et c’est deja très longtemps que nous étions comme ça, un(e) petit(e) Bambino / Bambina, naïvement (et profondément) tombé amoureuse… Regardez la vidéo pour voir la vraiment vivante, aimable Dalida… Je peux seulement dire:
Ta musique est plus jolie que tout le ciel de l’Italie…
Mắt được thấy dòng sông ra gặp bể,⓵
Ta, với mẻ thép gang đầu, là lứa trẻ sinh đôi!
omeone eventually turns on the tap, and the rainy season is officially here, it comes so late this year. I haven’t had the best physical preparation, been quite busy for the last couple of weeks, but can’t wait anymore to start the long – planned trip. Saying to myself: just do it, go out there, play it “safe and sane”, and for fun, for whatever the nature might throw at you. I started my trip to Đồng Hoà, the small town – let opposite of Vũng Tàu on the other side of Gành Rái bay, 4:30 AM, June 16th.
The lunar phase is Waxing Crescent (unlike last year, it was Full Moon), tidal coefficient is in [80 ~ 90] range, a high value (not extremely high), but I don’t really care about them anymore. The general plan is going through Lòng Tàu river to Gành Rái bay (40 km) then 20 km on sea to reach Đồng Hoà. The next day would cross Đồng Tranh bay, then make it through Soài Rạp river back to Sài Gòn (55 km). The area is a complex joinery of many rivers, in essence, going around the Cần Giờ mangrove biosphere reserve.
The trip starts smoothly as I expected, speed increases gradually as the tide was coming to help: 6.5, 7.0… 9, 9.5… 11, 11.5, 12… top at 13 kmph, that’s really good. The tide is not as strong as last year, but my HW – 3 kayak goes faster. The Lòng Tàu river is narrow and deep, fast running water with some large, dangerous – looking whirlpools, but that’s all. I finish the first 20 km one hour sooner compared to last trip, which is quite obvious since I paddle now a better kayak, not a 14 footer anymore.
The next leg completed at 9:30 AM, that’s superb! I stop at the river mouth, having a break and lunch for 1 hour, before continue on. The hydrofoils run this route every 45 minutes or so. It’s so fun (and thrilling) to watch it coming straight on you, looking from the head, with those “legs” lifting the whole body above the water, exactly like a giant spider. Dangerous spiders indeed, have been causing numerous accidents, fortunately, those Soviet – made machines can be heard many kilometers away.
The next 10 kilometers goes on as smooth, it’s very pleasing to roam the immense, peaceful water space of the estuary. I was thinking I could finish the day within 10 hours of paddling, but life turned out to be not that easy. As soon as I round the Cần Thạnh horn, wind and wave gradually pick up, they get stronger and stronger, and they came straight from where I was going to. I knew that the weather wouldn’t be good these days, but I just didn’t think my next couple of hours to be that hard.
Waves soon reach 4 feet high, and even more, luckily, the wave lengths are still a bit long, they are not too steep. A perfectly – fun environment to play against the waves and winds, as I could rarely be in the same situation again, to horn my “acrobatic skills” with a kayak. I was quite tired already, but still eager to take the chance to enroll in that “advanced kayaking course” 😀. The sky was divided into two halves, one white and and black, from Đồng Hoà direction, a tropical gale was coming.
The last 3 kilometers, I was in the gale, the wind gusts were so terrible that I couldn’t even hold the paddle upright, making advance was really really hard. But I had nothing to fear: I’m quite closed to my target already, the lowering tide seems to make the distance looks further, but actually the water is shallow, less than 2 meters, I could easily beach the kayak at any moment if something goes wrong. I reached Phương Nam Pearl resort at 4:30 PM after 12 hours of paddling, exhausted!
It took 7 hours to complete the first 50, and it took 5 hours to complete the last 10 kilometers! I spent some last daylight hours to wander the beach, the lowered tide left millions of small fishes imprisoned in those water ponds, jumping and sparkling like silver. And the sea birds were gathering for their ‘clamorous’ party, in the mist of heavy rain and strong wind. The resort offered me a 70% discount since it was not weekend, and I need some comforts to recover in preparation for my next day!
I begin the next morning slowly with breakfast and coffee, thinking that I could finish the 55km return trip in about 12 hours. It turned out that I’m completely and severely wrong. Departed at 8:30 AM, 10 km across Đồng Tranh bay into the Soài Rạp river mouth, there were some waves, but nothing particularly difficult. I’d thought that it should be calmer on the river, but Soài Rạp is completely different (compared to Lòng Tàu river), it’s just so wide, and the weather deteriorates toward the afternoon.
The next 20 km up the river, I found myself playing the “acrobatic game” again! Waves were large, even larger than yesterday, surely wouldn’t give you a safe feeling at all. And the winds signal that another gale could come at any moment. When it did come at 1 PM, I made a quick decision to immediately take shelter in the mangrove forest, white breaking – waves were all across the river, and I can’t risk wasting my strength since I still have 30 kilometers ahead of me to complete.
It was where the Vàm Cỏ branch joining the Soài Rạp river, turbulences, and the gale was so brutal, I had to wait 1.5 hours before being able to go on. 6 PM, passed Vàm Sát branch, paused for dinner (sliced bread with canned tuna, some bananas). 7 PM, passed Hiệp Phước ferry, it was dark already, and it’s not immediately obvious for me to recognize that my speed stalled significantly. A quick check on the Garmin shows that, even though I was paddling hard, my real speed was under 1.5 kmph.
That means there’s a 5.5+ current here! I’ve never seen such a powerful opposite current! The Garmin map shows a very sharp S – shape river turning, which explains the strong current, and the tide was at its extreme too! I felt very… despondent, only 15 kilometers from my destination, but that would mean many more hours of paddling. I had to continue on anyhow, some desperate paddling struggles, my shoulder was in great pain, and my arms swell up like two bunches of bananas.
The last several kilometers were very painful, I have to stop for a break often, very inconvenient to navigate in the dark along the Hiệp Phước port area, where there’re many freighters traffic. I reached home haft past midnight, after 16 hours of paddling, not exhaustion, but a ‘worn – out’ condition to be correct. But never have I had the idea of giving up, on the other hand, I was feeling very very pleased as I’d completed what’s settled to be done at the beginning of the journey.
The Garmin – recorded route viewed on Google Earth, first 6 images: the 6 legs of the trip, last 2 images: day 1 & 2 of the trip, the 6th image: the route terminated some kms from my home cause the Garmin battery ran out, I had a pair of backup, but too tired to replace then. Thanks to the Garmin, navigating is easy and convenient. But don’t forget the paper maps, I always check the routes on papers, note down the distances, headings, tide table etc… learn them by heart before any trip.
The rainy season has just come back, at its full throttle these days. It rains cat and dog every afternoon, and there’re gales a few times in a day. Those gales usually won’t last very long, but could be very dangerous since the wind gusts could momentarily reach 7, 8 or more on the Beaufort scale. Just three days ago, a large fishing boat capsized with 37 people on board, right on this Soài Rạp river during a gale, resulting in 2 deaths. So, I proceed my trip with lots of cautiousness.
But after a gale, it’s always very calm, the water looks tranquil as if nothing has happened. And so is my mood, a kind of internal serenity for my mind that I surely wouldn’t trade anything for it. Now sitting here writing these lines, but all I would like to say is that:
there’s no wifi on water whatsoever, but I’m sure you would find a better connection there!, not just a disconnection to the madnesses of modern society, but a true connection to the nature, to your inner self…
You may have noticed from the pictures that I had a life vest on the back of my kayak, but in the gale at the end of the first day, it was blown away, and I continue the rest of the trip without a PFD (Personal Floating Device). During the gale, it is very hard to make a steady picture shot, and something went wrong with my GoPro (it shoots still images instead of videos), and I couldn’t have just a second to fix it, was worrying about a potential capsize, so I missed many of the interesting moments.
The GoPro 3 has some drawbacks, it couldn’t produce fine image quality in lower – lighting conditions, such in a gale, and when water dust has covered all over its glass box, the resulted video is very blurry and obscured. But I don’t really mind, those fascinating moments were in my memory already, like having a higher adrenaline level in your blood, those playful hours facing the big waves, trying to keep your boat balanced, and make advances, meter after meter, to your destination.
This is only my first longer trip, 2 days of hard paddling, 12 hours for the first day, and 16 hours for the second, 115 kilometers in total. Nothing comparable to the feeling, you and yourself, the long road ahead, and a commitement to complete it no matter what. This is the first time I tasted the real hardship that nature could throw at me, gales and waves, strong current… unlike my last year’s trip to Vũng Tàu, in which I was just lucky to have it done smoothly within 12 hours with good weather.
There’re lots of things learned from this trip: some improvements to be made in kayak building, some more adjustments for equipments, gears, preparation for food and drink… the experiences and skills to handle rough conditions… and above all, the understanding you achieve, not only on wind, wave, current, navigation… but on yourself. That’s all about the purposes of longer journeys, you don’t win the mileage, you don’t win the nature (gales or current), you just try to… win yourself!
Đồng Hoà and its nearby sister town Cần Thạnh are both very small but peaceful towns, unlike the much bigger Vũng Tàu city on the other side of they bay. Small communities living on fishing and planting (mango), and tourism. I usually go there on motorbike, for one single day, every few months or so, just to stand by the shores and watching, listening to the sea. Out there, the great blue sphere of ocean, white breaking waves, my “playground” for many years to come!
It’s simply just pleasing to wander the shores when the tide was lowering, or to watch the sun rising with a cup of coffee. You could also go to its fishing harbour to buy some sea foods, or visit the “commune house”, a small local “museum”, which preserves a large whale’s skeleton, and exhibits some models of fishing sail boats that were used by the local inhabitants (images below). Pieces of tradition and history could still be found here and there along this narrow but lovely strip of land.
⓵⏎ Một câu thơ cũ (Chế Lan Viên) với phép ẩn dụ có phần lạc hậu.
Mắt được thấy dòng sông ra gặp bể: ý nói mở rộng tầm mắt và tâm hồn để thấy những điều rộng lớn, thực ra có nhiều thứ còn rộng lớn hơn nơi dòng sông gặp bể, tuy nhiên cũng đã là một trời khác biệt so với những kiểu “lòng người như cống rãnh” của thời bây giờ.
Ta với mẻ thép gang đầu là đứa trẻ sinh đôi: ý nói sự cứng rắn, mạnh mẽ của con người cũng như gang thép, thật ra như tôi thấy, ý chí con người còn ngàn lần cứng hơn.
arely I recap newspapers but I do this time, to tell about our ‘golden girls’ at SeaGames 2015 (South East Asian Olympics), which is being held in Singapore. Everybody knows these already, so just mention a few:
Nguyễn Thị Ánh Viên: 18 year old, going on 19, participated in 11 swimming events, won 8 gold medals, broke 8 records, all within her 6 days session at SeaGames this year. Her feast is simply ground – breaking, in addition to the fact that, for the last 50 years, Vietnam has not produced any big name in swimming compared to other countries in the region. She stole the show and has no match in all contents: freestyle, butterfly, medley, backstroke, breaststroke, a ‘rare bird’ Vietnam can be proud of. It’s so fascinating to see her at the finishing line looking back at all her opponents half pool’s length behind! With these achievements, she would be surely promoted from an (army) captain to major, the youngest in our history!
Trương Thị Phương: gold medal (canoeing, single, 200 m), leads the silver by 2 seconds, more than one boat’s length. There’s has been debating whether the girl can swim or not, cause after finishing, her boat capsized and she frighteningly stick to the canoe waiting for the rescue team to come. I’ve been following closed enough to know this: more than 1 year ago, when joining the team, she was nearly dismissed by the coach finding out that she can not swim. It was only for her talent that she was kept in, with a promise to learn swimming immediately. But even so, to all the debating: so what… she is only 16, and still learning…
those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind!
Phạm Thị Thảo, Tạ Thanh Huyền and Lê Thị An, Phạm Thị Huệ: five gold medals in rowing, 500, 1000m. Our female sculling teams are exceptionally strong, they’d won gold and silver at Incheon Asian Games 2014, and secured tickets to compete at World Olympics in Rio de Janeiro, the next year. There’s a long interesting story behind the progresses made by our sculling teams, but that’s another story. I’m so happy to see that Vietnam gradually become stronger in water sports: swimming, paddling, rowing… the recent years. But looking at the table, women are winning more than 70% of all gold. Where has all Vietnamese men gone!? Well, the majority of them are busy drinking and talking bullshit, I guess.
Vô tình nước chảy về đông,⓵
Nghìn năm cánh mộng tang bồng còn bay…
uộc đời tôi cho đến lúc này, chỉ có một ước mơ nhỏ nhoi, đó là được đi về nơi… 海鸥飞处 – hải âu phi xứ (tên một tiểu thuyết của Quỳnh Dao – chỉ mượn cái tên chứ chưa đọc truyện nào của Quỳnh Dao bao giờ 😀). Nơi ấy, chốn hải âu ngày đêm bay lượn trên sóng nước, cuộc sống quy về trong những cặp khái niệm “tối giản” mà bạn có thể nghĩ đến, ví dụ như: wood and water, hoặc là: boat and rice, hay trong một cách diễn đạt Việt Nam dân dã hơn: gạo trắng trăng thanh.
Các nhà văn, nhà thơ, nhạc sĩ… họ đã làm được một việc là phịa ra những điều đẹp đẽ (rất có thể là không thật) và thuyết phục được người khác (trong đó có cả tôi) về những điều đó. Nhưng thực tế thì, rất ít trong số họ thật sự sống được (hay thực sự muốn sống) trong những điều họ đã vẽ nên ấy. Tôi không tài năng và cũng chẳng suy nghĩ được nhiều như họ, nhưng điều tôi nghĩ và làm sẽ luôn luôn song hành làm một. Đến một ngày, một ngày nào đó… tôi sẽ đi, đi về nơi… hải âu phi xứ 😀.
⓵⏎ Câu thơ khắc trên bia đá bên cầu qua sông đào Bạch Yến, phía Tây kinh thành Huế.
hiều đêm đi chơi xuồng kayak, 4, 5 tiếng đồng hồ một mình chèo trong bóng tối mênh mông, không một ánh điện, không biết đâu là bến bờ, tuyệt nhiên yên tịnh. Hoàn toàn phó theo cảm giác vì không thể nhìn thấy gì, toàn những bóng đen mờ ảo, cũng đã quá thuộc sông nước quanh đây. Quả nhiên không sai đây chính là khung cảnh
lửa chài, cây bến còn vương giấc hồ từng chứng kiến bao nhiêu tiền kiếp về trước.
Rồi những đêm rằm trăng sáng rạng ngời, cảnh quang
thuyền một lá đông tây lặng ngắt, một vầng trăng trong vắt lòng sông thật hứng thú vô cùng. Chốn này dường tách biệt hẳn với hồng trần thị phi, an nhiên tự tại không còn biết hôm nay là của ngày tháng năm nào nữa. Nhìn lên nghĩ bụng chị Hằng chắc là lạnh lắm, rồi tự hỏi phải chăng đây là cõi trời
nguyệt minh tinh hy, ô thước nam phi thủa nào!?
Lại đôi khi gặp phải luồng cá lớn, dài trên hàng cây số, cá rượt đuổi theo song song như muốn đùa vui cùng với chiếc thuyền, hàng ngàn hàng vạn con bé nhỏ vọt lên khỏi mặt nước, réo rắt như một trận mưa rào mùa hạ. Hàng trăm con như những mũi phi tiêu lao qua mui thuyền, nhiều con rớt cả vào trong khoang. Rồi bỗng dưng bắt gặp mình ngâm nga khúc
huống ta vớt củi buông câu, lứa đôi tôm cá bạn bầu hươu nai…
Cái sự khoái hoạt, phóng dật trong chốn giang hồ thật không một từ ngữ, không một bút mực nào gột tả hết cho được! Ghi lại vài dòng để còn gợi nhớ đến cảm giác, không gian này! Mở ngoặc nói cho rõ ràng rằng, từ nguyên, giang hồ – 江湖, đơn giản tức là giang – 江 – sông và hồ – 湖 – hồ 😀, nghĩa gốc vốn như thế, chỉ nơi sông nước, nhàn cư, ẩn dật… không phải hiểu theo nghĩa phái sinh của nó.
Phượng hữu cao ngô, hạc hữu tùng, Ngẫu lai giang ngoại ký hành tung…, trích bài Ngạc Châu ngụ quán Nghiêm Giản trạch – Nguyên Chẩn.
hen you complete some deed with very good results, they would say: you’d done it with flying colors, an archaic term originated from the age – of – sail, the maritime tradition of a ship (returning to its home port) flying its colors (flags) to signal that a mission had been accomplished. In contrast, strike the colors is an act of surrender, of giving up. Another term: to nail the colors (to the mast) means: to fight to the bitter end and giving up is not an option, cause flags that have been nailed to the mast can not be stricken (lowered), intentionally or accidentally during a naval battle.
I hoist my coded colors below… 😀
Seaduction: /si’dʌkʃn/ (noun), the act of of being seduced by boats, sails, sea, ocean, air, waves or sand between your toes.
Thanh san hoành bắc quách,
Bạch thuỷ nhiễu đông thành…
onna end the series on my Hello World – 3 kayak building & fitting here with some comments on the design. It is an excellent boat in almost every aspects. The outlook is beautiful and attractive, extremely good stabilities (both primary and secondary), good tracking capability, and turning is easy with some slight edging. The hull shape is good for surfing too, it goes into turbulences, water or wind, with great confidence. And it is roomy, having lots of space for gear storage on longer trips.
On another side, the boat is more suitable for bolder paddlers, in order to sustain a higher speed. Me, at 64 kg, belong to the medium – low paddler group. With my inexperiences (still) in building, boat weight is quite large. Everything put together, my whole day sustainable speed with HW – 3 is bounded into the [6.2 ~ 6.5] kmph range, a bit behind my expectation. Of course, my expectation is of my own, some goals set and to be reached, not something to blame on the kayak design.
And maybe my physical excercising has not been hard enough too! Like I’d mentioned earlier, boats are like shoes, you try until you find something that fits your needs, and also like shoes, owning 4, 5 pairs or more is just quite normal for an average person nowadays 😀. Looking back on all my building and boating experiences, the last 2 years is, anyhow a short period of time, for a life – time hobby. I’m still at the beginning of the road, there’re lots of things to be learned and to be accomplished!
Lots of things happened during that less than 2 years time period, at the beginning of which I even can’t tell the (now – obvious) differences between a kayak and a canoe, I didn’t know how to operate a hammer or a block plane, never done any woodworking before (as well as any other real ‘manual’ labour). Started from the most primitive A, B, C… sometimes I’d wished I didn’t have to do everything the hard way like that. Well, things gradually unfold, like the sceneries ahead of your kayak! 😀
Bạch đầu lãng lý bạch đầu nhân…
he other day, I was conducting some re – entry tests: supposed that you’re thrown out of the boat by waves, and you need to climb in again, pump the water out to continue paddling before another wave hits you. But the hatches leak so much that re – entry is very difficult, the harder the next tries, as the kayak continues to take water in, it becomes heavy and unstable. This is very dangerous, imagine if this happens on open sea, and I would never want to be in an… “Abandon ship” situation.
I ordered some Beckson deck plates (plus other things) from Amazon.com as a fix to the hatch leaking problem. But it took forever for the ordered packages to be delivered, first from Amazon to a friend in the U.S, then from him to Saigon (some goods can not be shipped directly to Vietnam, so you have to make it via a “freight – forwarder”). Can’t wait the progress, I decided to try another solution: install some rubber washers and tighten the locks to help sealing the hatch better. It works quite well indeed.
The packages arrive today finally! But 2 Beckson screw – in deck plates would be used for the next boat instead, as I’m satisfied with the leaking problem now. Also arrived are some rolls of 2″ – width fiberglass tape, those would be very useful for my next builds, and a spray skirt. A spray skirt is absolutely important for kayaking in rougher conditions. It recalls to me that I was really risking (and was lucky too) when paddling to Vũng Tàu last year with no working water pump, and no spray skirt.
Below are a couple of shots showing the spray skirt in action. On calm rivers and canals, it’s not of pretty much usefulness, but it would become critically important once you enter the steep estuary and coastal sea areas. Also showed is the beautiful lines of my HW – 3, people is all taking photographs or shooting video on the kayak when encountered along my paddling routes these days! Despite some building faults here and there, she looks so gorgeous, almost sexy, doesn’t she!? 😀
Mais lui il s’en fout bien, mais lui il dort tranquille
Il n’a besoin de rien, il a trouvé son île
Une île de soleil et de vagues et de ciel…
ne vieille mais très très belle chanson sur les marins qui ne reviendras plus jamais, et sur les filles, les femmes, qui seraient toujours l’attendre:
Les marins d’Amsterdam, s’mouchent plus dans les étoiles. La Marie qu’a des larmes a noyé un canal… Seules Titine et Madeleine croient qu’il est encore là, elles vont souvent l’attendre au tram 33… Peut-être un peu trop tôt, mais lui il est content, il n’a pas entendu que des milliers de voix, lui chantait “Jacky ne nous quitte pas!”…
Chez ces gens-là (Dalida, Jacques Brel etc…), on n’est jamais parti!