Month: December 2022
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Day 136: Marina di Ravenna to Pila
Fed up with painfully freezing hands, I thought about what I could use to make some improvised pogies and found a couple of juice cartons in a bin. I cut them open and slid them over my paddle shaft so that I could put my hands inside, protected from the wind. They even had a…
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Day 135: Rimini to Marina di Ravenna
Not much to report from these days. It was a game of paddle, eat, sleep, repeat, survive the cold. Sure enough, getting out of the warm cocoon of my sleeping bag and putting on my wet, sandy kit was as grim as anticipated. It takes some willpower to strip off your warm dry clothes and…
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Day 134: Fano to Rimini
Ljilja laid out an amazing breakfast for me and I had the luxury of putting on dry, clean kit and walking off in a pair of unwanted shoes she gave me. Even if I had a bit of a late start, it was definitely worth it! The line of waves off the beach, although only…
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Day 133: Ancona to Fano
The sun was shining as we docked in Ancona, the cathedral standing proudly in the bright morning rays on the hill above the town. I got through border control, surprised I hadn’t been deported, and said goodbye to Maxim, then wheeled my boat along the Italian pavements until I reached a slipway where I could…
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The ferry journey
I was sitting on a concrete bench outside the ferry terminal waiting for the eight o’clock sailing when a beat-up old campervan pulled up and a young guy with long hair and an elvish appearance stepped out, wearing a pair of massive, visor-like pink sunglasses. His energy radiated and as our eyes met I knew…