One World Diary

Mark Chisnell reports on his role in the One World navigation team
A busy few weeks down here, with the Volvo Ocean Race departing these shores for South America. The prize giving for the previous leg was held the night before the restart, just before a huge open-air concert at a city centre park called the Domain. It was a great evening, though when I saw Neal McDonald just before Assa Abloy went to pick up the chocolates for their leg win, I reckon he was more nervous about the prospect of giving a winner's speech in front of a hundred thousand people than he was about a couple of weeks back in the Southern Ocean. And summer has finally arrived in Auckland. The in-bound low-pressure systems have lost their sting, and more sailing days are now missed due to a lack of wind, rather than an excess of it. But we've had some kind of breeze most of the time, and the Gulf has been busy, with all the syndicates in the Viaduct Basin getting in as many hours on the water as they can. Informal racing between the teams is becoming more common. While much is made in the media of prickly relations between the teams, the reality at 'street level' is different. Leaving work on Friday evening I bumped into Paul Standbridge, Chris Mason and a crowd of their GBR Challenge teammates - they were all heading up to the Oracle shorebase, where they had been invited for the evening. The sailors all know each other and get on well, and that's what's making the informal racing work. The latest gossip is that the Swedish team used their new boat to take on Team New Zealand. Word went around Halsey Street quicker than news of a teenage pregnancy at a high school that the Swedes had been on the pace and