OUT OF THE MED INTO THE PO

Sept 12. The last two days in the Med were scary. Balancing between a challenge and risk is not easy. Still learning as I go, though I have kayaked more than most during their lifetime.

Left Albenga, Italy on Monday. The morning was perfect with a light beeeze  

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As I paddled the winds picked up. Still doable. Followed the plan and crossed over the bay of Savona. Here things got tough. Ending up capsizing by a shipyard. The waves were hitting a sea wall and rebounding. A rubber duck in a washing machine. Anyways floated a ways and re-entered in calmer water. 

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After Savona, I paddled another hour to a little hideaway between Peorile and  Celle Ligure. Had a good night.  

   The sun is rising over Genoa. Today I will get there.  

The sun is rising over Genoa. Today I will get there.  

Sept 12. I paddle in choppy waters for 14 km. Feel concentration is down. See a small port and go for it. A man greets me at the pier. He later buys me coffee, cola and a salty bread roll.  I also meet Paulo, a super guy who gives me some advice. 

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I head out towards Genoa. The water is choppy and swells are high. I feel uncomfortable but am still in my comfort zone. (hah. Does that make sense?) I see a container terminal and paddle inside along the seawall. On the other side are large crashing waves. I am so happy to be on the inside. Legal or not. (Found out later it was legal).  

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Around the bend is a canoe club called Gruppo Canal Palmarese. I head for that. I had checked this out a couple days ago. It was too choppy to get to Pegli. 

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Here, I meet Stefano, a young doctor. We talk and talk to others. Before I know it, I have landed a ride to Piacenza. I actually cried. A bit overwhelming after all my friends and Christina have worked so diligently to land a ride. Wow. Arrive and within 39 minutes land a 2.5 hour ride. Wow!!! 

   Luciano and I drive to Piacenza. L to R. Luciano. Stefano. Mark and man. 

Luciano and I drive to Piacenza. L to R. Luciano. Stefano. Mark and man. 

We set off. Two kindred spirits. What a lovely man. 

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I arrive at the place I thought would work to get into the PO. I meet a great group of Italian boys. We talk for 1.5 hours. I get a nice shower at a club. And eat a duck pasta dish at a local restaurant. Out of the Med. Into the PO. 

These guys were great. Interested and full of questions. Impressed with Andrea. What a nice guy. 

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I told them that I had lost my fleece. Alessandro got up, drove home and within ten minutes was back. He gave me one of his fleece jackets. 

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The PO will wind through Italy. What lies ahead? I feel more a mental strain than physical. Like refugees, I never know what tomorrow holds. I just know the destination. How, and when I get there, is another thing.  

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