Justine Laprun
A French lady living in Hong Kong
Separated from her ski
I was shaking, very cold and I had drunk a lot of seawater....
There will be no photo finish for me this year, no running up the beach to cross
that iconic finish line. I must say, I had played that moment in my head and it’s hard to accept but yesterday came down to safety, and I am safe. On the video is the Centaur marker where I came off my boat and got separated from it. I was having a great race and really enjoying it but I couldn’t see the marker for the longest time. I could sense I was a little too far left from it as I could see people on my right and people in front of me paddling right when I finally spotted it. As I was
surfing down a very steep wave, I tried to turn right to clear the marker but the wave overtook me from the right and I fell off. At first, I was fine, I rarely come off but I know it can happen and I just need to get back on the boat, I know the drill. But the water was big and as I tried to remount, I fell off again and my boat got away from me. I reached down to pull on my leg leash and realised the leash had come off. I tried to swim towards my boat, no way, the boat was gone. I was so
confused, soon I realised the race was over for me and I needed to think about my rescue. Luckily I was near the marker, where paddlers were converging, so I could see some paddlers. I started shouting “help” as loud as I could, nobody could hear or see me. I reached down to my whistle and started blowing as much as I could. Nothing. I put my paddle in the air but the waves were too big, no luck, and my paddle is black. That’s when I realised I might be in for a while and needed to save my
energy and wait for a paddler to come closer on my line. I also thought someone would see my boat drifting at some point, with no paddler on it. After a while, a double came past and I blew my whistle as hard as I could continuously and I saw the guy was turning his head, he heard me!!! (Garth and Nicky)