That Fort Boyard
Since, against the background of the general quarantine, the "enthusiasm" of the Turpravda people in writing stories has logically died out, I decided to fill this gap with the events of a decade ago. Moreover, there is no doubt about the relevance of the described attraction.
Well, who among us has not seen the TV show "Keys to Fort Boyard" at least once in our lives? For me, a child of the 90s, the most iconic moment was the money rain at the end. In general, for my generation / court at that time there were only two cult programs, and both, I note, are French - this is the above-mentioned “Keys to Fort Boyard” and, of course, the series “Helen and the guys”.
And now, 15 years later, I saw with my own eyes what every weekend was poked into on the box...
We rested on the island of Oleron, in the southwest of France. And our French friends decided to make a surprise - to take us on an excursion to Fort Boyard.
We arrived in the Boyardville area (in the city of Saint-Georges-d'Oleron), where there were several barkers offering a boat trip to the fort.
We chose this one because, firstly, we were offered a yacht, not a boat, and secondly, my friend Nicolas knocked the price down to 20 euros from the nose (we were the only customers at that time).
And here is our yacht - the dream of a filibuster!
But most of all I was struck by our captain - Rene, who is also a tour guide. And not badly speaking English (which is completely atypical for France). A very colorful friend.
To tone up, Rene offered us a drink - something like aniseed vodka, only weak. I already forgot what it's called. Rare bullshit. Barely mastered his glass,
how his wife immediately offered hers, which she barely sipped for the same reasons. I had to suffer for two, otherwise the captain would be offended if I poured this nectar into the sea. Or maybe he would have hung up on the mast - who knows?
A melon was served as an appetizer.
All treats were served as a bonus to the boat trip.
Our target appeared in the distance. . .
The captain introduced me and the "Kolyan" to the maritime business - we were entrusted with hoisting the sail.
And the fort was getting closer. . .
And closer. . .
At that time, some chaotic work was going on here. An unknown creature waved from the very top of its head. We to him too.
Running around the fort,
we were returning back.
To keep us from getting bored, Rene offered us a simple attraction. Its essence is as follows: you are located on the bow of the yacht, and when a boat floats by, a wave rises accordingly, and the yacht (depending on the size of the boat) sways great.
And again, Rene - I could not help capturing it in the end:
THE END.
