Coordinates: 43°27′39″N 4°27′52″E / 43.460972°N 4.464355°E / 43.460972; 4.464355 (The Canal)
The Saintes Maries de la Mer Speed Canal, known to windsurfers as The Canal, is a man-made trench near the French Mediterranean coastal town Saintes Maries de la Mer, built especially for speed record-breaking sailing by windsurfers.
The Canal, also called The French Trench by the English-speaking community of Windsurfers, is 1,100 metres long and 30 metres wide, in a West-Northwest/East-Southeast orientation designed to take advantage of the Marin and Mistral winds that blow in that location.
Three consecutive Outright Speed Sailing Records, measured on a 500-metre course, were set on The Canal by windsurfers in 2004, 2005 and 2008:
A canal is a human-made channel for water.
Canal may also refer to:
The Canal is a 2014 Irish horror film that was directed and written by Ivan Kavanagh. The film had its world premiere on April 18, 2014, at the Tribeca Film Festival, and stars Rupert Evans as a father investigating a horrific murder that took place in his home in the early 1900s.
Film archivist David has been having a rough time lately, as he suspects that his wife Alice has been cheating on him with Alex, one of her work clients. This stress is compounded when David's work partner Claire gives him a reel of to-be-archived footage that shows that his house was the setting for a brutal murder in 1902. David's fears are confirmed when he follows Alice after work and sees her have sex with Alex. Devastated, David grabs a hammer but, coming to his senses, throws it in a nearby canal. Feeling sick, he rushes to a nearby public bathroom that his son Billy believes to be haunted, where he vomits. A creepy voice whispers unintelligibly to him, and before passing out, David sees what he believes to be a ghostly figure murder his wife.
The Canal (Turkish: Kanal) is a 1979 Turkish drama film directed by Erden Kıral. It was entered into the 11th Moscow International Film Festival.
Seemingly locked behind endless eternity,
The avatar of evil is coming out of serenity,
Vioce that can't be voice is piercing through your deafened ears,
The end is near, but death is not what you fear,
Even your existance the throbbing ground denies,
The only thing I know for sure is everything was just belied,
there is no more night or day, is it the price we have to pay?
Life is worthless, death must be the easiest way,
Please for me toll a knell,
Nothing can stop this painful yell,
In the blackened sky the moon is shining red,
Praying for a merciful end, we are all soon to be dead,
For the dying world who will toll a knell?
What more can I tell?
Even your existance the throbbing ground denies,
The only thing for sure is everything was just belied,
there is no more night or day, is it the price we have to pay?