Yesterday evening we had one of the several activities of getting to know French culture—petanque! At the petanque field of the city. (Walked there through the corner of the old town near the Maltese church, of which I'll post some photos later.)
I think I have played petanque once or twice earlier, in 2000 or so. This means most of the rules evaded me (such as the throwing order and score calculation). But everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.
By the end of our game, I seemed to get the feel of the throws, and could repeatedly throw the metal ball within a few tens of centimetres of the small plastic marker ball. Some similarity with pool (I really do not remember when I played it last; perhaps in 1990) and golf putting, of which I have mainly theoretical knowledge. One bit of golf theory could be put into use: after a high throw, the ball does not roll much; after a low throw, it will.
The game started at 5 p.m., the bar opened at 6 p.m. by which most games had ended. I think our team and the opposing team lost track of the score already after a few rounds ...of petanque, I mean.
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