Yesterday I had my final row in Marseille. Coincidentally, this was within hours of you hitting the water for The Head of the Yarra.
By the time you were all regaling your adventures over the mandatory celebratory champagne, we were enjoying a magnificent dinner in Marseille in Les Arcenauxl. It is an old arsenal building, now home to a bookshop, gift shop and restaurant.
Aviron en France
Rowing here in France has been a highlight of our home exchange experience for me. Part of my aspiration for this five months has been to immerse myself as much as possible into the French culture in the way of food, friendship and language. Rowing has given me the best opportunity to improve my language skills learning the different rowing terms and attempting general conversation.
I have rowed frequently in both Grenoble and Marseille and it has been great fun. Bill has rowed occasionally and spend a lot of time cycling – as I have detailed in a few of my earlier blogs.
So here’s a little about my rowing ‘en France’.
The romantic notion I carried with my from Australia was that I would be rowing three times a week on one of those beautiful European lakes that we see in all the photographs, with no-one else for miles, on crisp clear mornings. Actually nothing could be further from the truth! My rowing experiences have been in far more difficult conditions than we see on the Brisbane River.
All the Rivers Run
When we first arrived in Grenoble in July I wrote about my attempts to contact the rowing club. It did require quite a deal of persistence to actually end up in a boat!
On my first outing, to show that I could actually row, the Grenoble Rowing Club insisted that I partake in a learn-to-row class. The first step was to row in one of those rowing tanks. I thought I might feel like the twins off Social Networking but I didn’t quite achieve such dizzy heights! However, after demonstrating my limited skill, it was decided that I would go stroke for my first time on the river!
Access to the pontoon was a new experience. We had to carry our quad up a steady slope out of the basement of the boat shed, across the road and down a narrow path around a couple of corners before we reached the pontoon. The distance wasn’t very far but the manoeuvre was a bit tricky.
The boat was a coxed quad, which pleased me greatly, and the cox was chosen because he spoke English (a wise decision with an English speaking stroke who is rowing in France for the first time). Like Brisbane, the rowing in Grenoble is also on the river, but the current is extraordinary. We rowed upstream for at least half an hour, probably longer, and only travelled about 2 kms! There was no stopping or you would end up back where you started. It was hard work. I expressed my dismay, mainly with gesticulation, and was assured that this is the reason that Grenoble often wins the French championships because no other club has to train under such conditions!
After that row, the head coach of the club directed me to another boat shed further down river where there is a barrage (like at Rockhampton) that reduces the current significantly. This shed is where the masters rowers can be found (as distinct from the elite and the learn-to-row who are both coached from the main shed). Once again I had to reintroduce myself and assure them that I had paid my dues and had been directed to this shed. This shed became my regular place of rowing during our eight weeks in Grenoble. Although the club was closed for a couple of weeks over their main summer holidays so I really only rowed there for about five weeks.
Rowing seems to be always at lunch time in France. They traditionally have a two hour lunch with the working day officially ending at 6 pm. Whenever I went to the sheds, I really didn’t know whether I would be in a crew or not. So I had to work hard to ingratiate myself to my fellow rowers!
Firstly, I always turned up early. Then, I always greeted each person as they arrived with a smile, a wave and a hearty ‘Bonjour’, and I always waited until somebody invited me into a crew. It is a fairly humbling experience, wondering whether you will be invited to join the regular rowers when you are just a short term ‘blow-in’. I guess being from the other side of the world made me a little unique and helped my cause, but I wasn’t just there for one or two rows. I was there for quite a few weeks.
Another part of our routine was for Bill to always come with me to the sheds. When the crews were being formed for the day, if they needed an extra seat, he would row. If they did not, he would cycle. This helped me enormously as if the numbers were uneven it would have been much more difficult to expect a seat in a crew.
I had a great time rowing on the rivers in Grenoble. We rowed in quads, fours and doubles. The boats are the same style and a similar standard to ours – some good and some not so good. Two rivers flowed out of the French Alps and met just a few kilometres downstream from the rowing shed. So we started the row in one river, then joined the other
before retracing our path back again. It was picturesque with mountain ranges all around and beautiful coloured water.
Tamara rowed with us once. That time there was a quad and a four with an international contingent present. We had three Frenchmen, three Aussies (Bill, Tamara and me), an Englishman who was working in Grenoble for the year, and a sixty year old Dutch lady who just turned up on spec, having ridden her bicyle from Holland for the fun of it during the summer vacation.
Big ships, little ships and rowing boats
My time at the Marseille Rowing Club has been a totally different experience. The city and the club are located right on the Mediterranean Coast. The club house is located on a tiny little inlet off the original old port of the city, towered over by ancient fort structures, with sailing boats cluttering the entrance. It is an amazing sight.
They are proud of their club and its history with many posters, medals and trophies adorning the walls. Despite this, it is a totally social experience. The office is manned three days a week. On those days there is also a boatman helping with boat allocation and manoeuvre. Generally when we return from our row just before 2 pm, he is sitting in the shed with the masters rower who is assisting for the day, having a two course lunch with the requisite bottle of wine!
Which boat? Well it depends how windy it is and therefore where you plan to row. The Mistral Winds are notorious in Marseille, often blowing at 100 kph. On these days, of course there is no rowing so you can choose to use the ergos or the rowing tank.
When the Sea is calm, most rowers opt for an ocean experience!
Because the Mediterranean Sea is relatively protected by surrounding land mass, there are no waves as we know them, just swells (sometimes rather large wells) that do create quite an interesting rowing style. The riggers in these Sea-going rowing boats are designed to lift if the swells are too great. I can’t say that this improved my rowing technique, especially not my tendency to sky at the catch!
It is such a novel experience rowing in the Sea. The boats are very wide and hence quite stable. They are always coxed and they are always sculling boats, never sweep. You row for about the same timeframe. There are one or two breaks when they swap cox and rower to share the experience. Then when we arrive at the turnaround point, they dive into the Sea and have a quick swim!! In the middle of summer it is glorious and a lot of fun in the crystal clear Sea!
On more windy days, we either row in the commercial port, sometimes having to wait on the edge of the port for an ocean liner to move past us – that’s an experience I never expected to have in my rowing career! This is good straight rowing following the wall of the port, once the big ships are out of the way, so we manage a bit of rhythm.
Other times, we row in the Old Port. This is the original fishing port of Marseille. These days the fishermen have moved elsewhere and the port is cluttered with small to medium sailing boats and some motorboats. It is a rather surreal experience rowing in and out of this Old Port. You view the old buildings and cathedrals through the filter of the sailing masts. The rowing ‘circuit’ is from the edge of the Sea, past the entrance of the commercial port into the Old Port and return. We do this five or six times for a rowing session, so there is a lot of turning. I really loved seeing the city from this perspective.
All the boats that we rowed in Marseille are wider and heavier than our normal rowing boats. There are the normal European boats in the shed, but they seem to be used by the young elites and only in the Old Port when the weather is perfect. I think they must go elsewhere for their training as there are always boat trailers coming and going.
I left Australia with a very firm goal to include rowing in my experience during our home exchange. Persistence allowed me to achieve the goal, and the welcome friendliness of my fellow rowers made it a lot of fun. I don’t think my technique has improved at all and I am looking forward to rowing in Sugar Glider in January. It will have been six months since I rowed in a single scull – I’m almost nervous thinking about it!!
Go well, fellow rowers. Please send us some stories of your adventures in Melbourne, and we look forward to seeing you all after Christmas. Next stop … our B&B for World Masters in Italy!