I spent the Sabbath couch surfing just outside of Genova. My host was extremely friendly and a kayaker himself.
Day 42:
By the time I got to my boat and had it in the water it was noon. So today I paddled to Nervi. The weather was just as I'd left it, cloudy with a headwind. Though the headwind wasn't as bad as it had been.

I launched. Passing the entrance to the path, I thought it wouldn't hurt to take a look. The lane was wide enough for two tankers to pass side by side and still leave room for a kayak. I took the lane, and it turned out to be the biggest mistake I made today.
What started off as a weak current against me quickly turned into a strong one. The large concrete walls effectively created a wind tunnel effect, so that while I was not paddling directly into the wind, as far as the current in this place was concerned, I was.

But other than my slow progress and my industrial barbed wire view, it was fine. A boat did come in the opposite direction, but it wasn't much bigger than mine. At the first opportunity I was out of the lane and onto fairly flat open waters making much better time, though my view of land was still of a large seawall.
There are many moored tankers in this area, and the view of the seawall and Genova's towering industry behind it made this to be a less pleasant place then most others.
I forgot to set up my new lure today, so naturally there were lots of fish splashing around. At least one of them was a few feet long.
A whole school jumped over my boat, or at least tried. Many of them thunked against my hull and fell back into the water. One of them hit my arm, and a few lucky ones made it over. I wonder if this was the kayaking equivalent of hitting a deer on the road in the night. If so, I'm terribly sorry.

Finally past the wall, I was rewarded with a great view of the residential section of Genova which is very pretty. The Italian pink and yellow old homes atop short cliffs and old stone walls were very scenic. Frequently beaches with many paddle and sail boats promised me a place to pull over as the day began to come to an end, but I wanted to make it to a port where I'd have a shot of getting some gas and a chart tomorrow morning.**

Finally I got to the port I had been aiming for. I would find the offices, tell them my story, and maybe score a place to sleep and a shower. Except the port was almost empty of boats. There would be no office or showers, this was a public port used only by a handful of fisherman this time of year. The port was surrounded on three sides by Nervi. Cliffs with small staircases winding up them or bars and restaurants. At one end it was fed by a stream. Atop one small steep boat ramp there was an old stone arch and open gate. On either side of the arch a kayak was mounted on the side of the rock face. The gate was open.
I found in the kayaking club a couple of kayakers who had just finished an afternoon paddle. They kindly invited me to use the club’s showers and sleep here overnight. The Nervi kayak club rocks!
Later I attempted to find an Internet cafe, asking in a bar if they had
“Wi – fi?”
I was told “This is Italy!” rather rudely and I couldn't expect people to speak English. In my defense, I had looked up on-line how to say “Wi-Fi” in Italian and was assured that it already was. Apparently the woman didn't know about wireless Internet. It seems to me that obnoxious people should be required by law to dunk their heads in a bucket of cold water.
*One notable exception.
**Everything is closed on Sundays.
you had your chance to catch a fish, with your bare hands, and you say "Im sorry"
ReplyDeletei was thinking if you learn to say "i paddled from Barcelona" in every language, as your greeting, you might instantly earn respect.
I'm always working to further improve my Italian. Most people ignore me when I say that. They think they don't understand. People are trained to dismiss the ridiculous.
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