Wrath of the Gods – Regensburg to Passau

Slowly but surely, we proceed: According to my calculations, far from being accurate, we should be a handful of km away from the 2.000 milestone. In 70 km we’ll celebrate!

Regensburg is too beautiful to be described by words. Don’t miss it if you can, I’ll never be able to tell you its true essence. You have to see and possibly live it: It’s special. This is our fourth day of navigation along the Danube, more than 180 km. The water is very clean, the current variable between 2 and 7 km per hour.

The river sides are mostly embanked and covered by stones, “rip-rap” is the correct English term (as I’m told by Andrea who’s the expert), not allowing the river to flow the way it wants and to create its own path. Sad to see. There’re some beaches and oxbow lakes left, way better than the Rhine and the most part of the Main.

However we still feel like being in a large, beautiful canal rather than in a river. (more…)


Coconut Danube – Nürnberg to Regensburg

A few days ago I wrote: “I’m in Nürnberg. Nice city.”

Same usual mayhem of every city, for those who come from the healthy and simple life on the river. Poverty and richness, comfort and uneasiness walk together. Happily, sometimes.

I expected worse: I heard many people speaking ill about Nürnberg. It’s got a strong soul and a tiny bit of madness.

It was burned to the ground during WW2: You can feel that there was lots of suffering. Many industries, sweat, Dürer, beautiful bridges, St Lawrence’s Church with its statue crowded gate, glass, hi-tech, led and a breast fountain (I know another one in Treviso, close to Venice!).

The best (driverless!!) metro and transport network that I’ve ever seen and used. I unintentionally found myself in the red light district, surrounded by women who’re quite smart yet outrageous, not for their fault but because of a society that’s sick of indecency. A Seduction (“se-ducere” from latin, “attracting to us”) that we all use somehow, although with different styles and tones.

Est modus in rebus, there’s a way to do everything. And manners are important.



The legend of Castaway Gondoliers – Bamberg to Nürnberg

If you believe this is Venice, then think again.

That’s Bamberg, where my old friend Wolfgang left me in very good hands: I thank him once again for it. Bernhard arranged a fantastic welcome for us, and Jürgen Hoh offered me a bed in his nice house, very close to the Sailing Club.

In the meantime, Clodia was quietly put to rest under the octagonal shelter, waiting for minor reparations and symbologically protected by the number 2 and 4 (see Kabbalah).

After all, what’s the most common shape used to build baptisteries?

We spend the first night in Bamberg sleeping in the locker room of the Kanoe Club, with a deluge raining down outside.
In the morning we’re invited for breakfast at Jürgen’s place: The first one of many breakfasts that he’ll offer to our growing crew in the next few days. What a luxury!

We’re now going to meet the true Bamberg’s beer (so smoked that it smells liked ham) to be strictly served at room-temperature or better still cellar- temperature. How terrible, where not even dangerous, is instead the habit of serving iced beer!

American friends please forgive me, you know I keep you in my heart, but this is really a bad way to drink beer, costing us lots of energy. In the Schlenkerla brewery we rejoin with Bernhard, as many as two Jürgen and other local friends.

The atmosphere is typically Franconian: The building we’re in used to be a monastery where the monks brewed their precious beer. We eat a lot and drink even more. Very well indeed.

Jürgen Hoh quickly takes me to buy a Franconian flag, the Bavarian one that I’ve raised is not appropriate. We’re in Bavaria but first and overall we’re in Franconia. No jokes about that!

I also meet the mayor (Bürgermeister), a nice man in his bike outfit: In front of a good beer, natürlich!

We arrange a meeting for the next morning at 11 o’clock in the tourism office. In the afternoon… A big surprise: Time for a “Gondola tour” in Bamberg!



1199 Charlemagne Channel – Schweinfurt to Bamberg

We reluctantly leave Schweinfurt, greeting our great and generous newfound friends Domenico and Raffaele.

Today a strong tailwind pushes me, so I set off from the marina raising the sails. The weather should have been bad, however it changes its mind, bringing us a beautiful day.

I can sail for at least half of the time, passing big and small locks (getting in and out by sail too). Then, the wind fades, making room for a bright sun and a nasty heat.

The Main is now going downhill (however the current is still opposite…) and I’m heading south-east, toward Istanbul, more or less!

After 22 km of nice forests (crossing the usual vineyards, sheeps, cows and lovely villages) I eventually reach Haßfurt.

I’m overlooked by a tower, surrounded by walls and by well groomed houses that transfer a feeling of peace.

Entering Haßfurt’s harbour, under a huge mill, the little boat with Fine and Massimo aboard comes close. I turn back for a second and I hear a splash: Massimo has fallen into the water. No harm done: The river here is very clean.

In the evening we unwind in a nice Biergarten on the Main, after having undertaken minor fixing on Clodia, whose shell is showing the sign of a few little skirmishes.

The night is quite rainy and the next morning I feel sick. I’m numb, tired and aching: Maybe an intoxication? Or just sheer weariness?

I just can’t get up and a strong headache forces me to lay down aboard Clodia all day. I eat very little food.

Fine kindly tries to feed me from the entrance of the tent, but I just can’t make it!

What an awful day. It rains, thunders, gets cold then very hot, then cold once again and windy. But I get through and the next morning, still weak, I set off. Rowing is quite tough. I face a strong headwind, but at least the sun has popped out.

After 15 km I’m whacked, my body missing food and water. At Limbach’ lock I stop for a rest, drinking the Main’s water thanks to our Life Straw filter. Excellent!

In an hour or so, I feel better and I row up to Eltmann where we have arranged a meeting with a journalist from the Fränkische Tag, Bamberg’s local newspaper. He comes with a photographer who takes some shots: In the meantime Fine asks to three guys, aboard a Jet Ski, to retrieve for her a few paper sheet that have dropped in the river. Charmed, they overdo the task, losing their balance and falling in the water alltogether.

Karsten Becker, the journalist, is rather young. He seems truly interested and asks to come aboard: I’m glad to share, so he rows with me for a few kilometres.

He’s never really rowed, but he’s good at it. Despite the headwind, Clodia slides fast. After a while, I see a kayak coming from the opposite direction that turns back and comes toward us: “You must be Giacomo!”. “Ja”, I answer. Jürgen Hoh teaches geography and english in a school about 30 km far from Bamberg and he’s a new angel on the list.

He’s kayaked for 17 km to see me, he thought I was much closer to Bamberg

He looks like 25 but I get to know that he’s 43 years old. Extremely fit, he jumps aboard Clodia to row with Karsten to replace poor old Giacomo, his canoe being towed by Serena.

I was done for and take a good rest, eating a little. Let’s go: Bamberg is still 15km away and I was doubting to make it.

Thanks to this relief of over 4 km I quickly recover and I take my place aboard from the heroic Karsten (whose hand are covered with galls) with Jürgen: Our pace is really fast.

The sky’s menacing thunderstorms and, on the last lock on the Main before Vereith, it rains. The lock quickly opens for us, while Jürgen and me drink a cappuccino. He’s a quite strong and good rower.

We hang in, reaching km 384 on the Main: This river, for us, ends here. We enter the Main-Donau-Kanal (Main-Danube canal), running for 171 km from Bamberg to Kelheim where it flows into the Danube. Also known as Ludwig canal, Europa canal or simply New Canal by the locals, it bears an interesting story.

The first who wanted to connect the Main to the Danube was none else than Charlemagne who, according to recent studies, in 793 led off the excavations for the Fossa Carolina (Karlsgraben), that was later abandoned due to heavy rains and geological problems. Today, only 5oo metres of the original oeuvre are still visible.

To see things moving once again, we have to wait the first half of the 19th century, when king Ludwig I of Bavaria (who gave his name to the canal) commissioned to the architect Von Pechmann the extension of the works, completed in 1846 and resulting in a navigable connection between Bamberg and Kelheim.

However, the channel was far too narrow and the rise of railways at first and road transport later on, made it outdated, leading to a progressive decrease in traffic, up to its definitive abandonment in 1950, despite many plans of revitalisation and huge, punctually aborted, projects. In 1960 the Federal Republic of Germany and Bavaria redevelop the construction of the canal and the works tiredly begin.

After as long as 32 years of activity and many interruptions due to both political and environmental issues, on September 25th, 1992, the official opening ceremony takes place.

It’s been 1199 years since the first diggings!

We keep going in the dark, guided by my dear storm lamp, getting to Bamberg around half past nine in the evening.

We’re hosted in the Bamberg Faltboot Club of Jürgen.

We place Clodia over a trolley and, helped by everyone including Bernhard, met in Volkach, we take it under an octagonal shelter for a few fixing that I still have to undertake.

Then we have dinner with bread, ham, salami and beer, in a city that up to the 19th century used to house 65 breweries and where, not so long ago, the beer intake per-person was 440 litres yearly. Water wasn’t for drinking. A wonderful hospitality to begin four wonderful days in a wonderful city. But Bamberg deserves a chapter on its own.

See you soon.



Franconia mia – Würzburg to Schweinfurt

This wonderful picture, taken by Holger, shows our arrival in Ochsenfurt, and is a good postcard from lovely Franconia.

However, let’s get back to our stay in Würzburg: The gate to the Orient, to me. In 1751 Giambattista Tiepolo (a Venetian by adoption just like me) arrived here by boat and carriage, to paint what is probably his most beautiful “fresco” for the local prince-bishop.

The Residenz is a really impressive piece of artwork both by size and craftsmanship.

Completed in 1744, it was designed by the great Balthasar Neumann (military by need and architect, as well as erudite and intelligent man) who worked very well indeed, here.

Johannes Engels, leader of the cultural office for the City of Würzburg, gives us some of his precious time to be our guide through the huge, decorated rooms belonged to the “bon viveur” bishop (whose name was Johann Philipp Franz von Schönborn, as baroque as his palace!). The paintings by Giambattista Tiepolo and his son Domenico are quite stunning, pay a visit if you’re around.

Later on, we move to the old graving dock, transformed in a wonderful stage over the water to celebrate the second edition of the music festival.

We highly enjoy a fusion of harmonies: Pop, jazz, electronic and symphonic.

Life in Würzburg was frantic: Interviews, video reports (such as that of Sat1 where, natürlich, the soundtrack is “’O sole mio”!), work, visits, and friends, so many of them.

Joachim, owner of the marina, grants us a fantastic free stay in his port just under the Lowenbrucke, the Lion’s Bridge, not to mention a nice dinner in the marina’s restaurant.

It’s time for Enrico to keep going with his riding trip to Ukraine (from Glasgow), so he leaves the crew. Unfortunately I didn’t have the chance to involve him much, due to the harsh conditions. Thanks to have been with us, Enrico: We all hope to spend more time with you soon.

Würzburg is wonderful, don’t miss this fairy-tale castle in the vineyards. And it’s real. However the whole Franconia (divided in OberFranken, UnterFranken and MittelFranken), part of Bavaria, is a masterpiece where man and history have worked together in the best possible way.

In Sommerhausen, a lovely medieval village nestled on the Main banks and surrounded by endless vineyards, we meet Peter, a goldsmith artist. He’s friend of Bea, our best and most faithful follower, who lives in Montalto in Liguria with her husband Dieter: I’ve been their guest last winter. A nice person, introducing  me to other nice people.

We also get to know Herr Steinmann, from winemaker family since 1913, who shows us a selection of white wines so extensive that the late Veronelli could have wept tears of joy. Müller-Thurgau, Sylvaner, and a Secco (from Prosecco, a denomination that can’t be used here) living me speechless but with so much poetry in my mouth.

We get down a “cave” (cellar in French) that seems to me more of a “caveau(of a bank): 12.000 collection bottles, many of them in the typical flask shape.

Then we climb over the hills, stumbling upon a “ciabot” (that’s how the little houses in the vineyards are called in Piedmont). Here we meet two lively elder couple, enjoying a breathtaking landscape over the Main valley. They had read about our journey on the local newspaper and are now facing “Man on the River” in flesh and blood!

The lady, the next morning, will wait for me along the banks to say goodbye, following us for a couple of kilometers on her bike.

Nice people here, very healthy! They’re proud of their land and aware of the importance to protect it. The riding paths are well signaled and marked on the tourist guides, and you can find plenty of B&B, Biergarten and restaurants serving quality food at a fair price. An excellent lifestyle. Intellegenti pauca. The set off from Würzburg, after four busy days, is sweet. A police boat comes close and slows down: Werner, a good man, offers to pull me for about 6 km.

My crew (first of all Holger, who has rejoined us) was quite worried, thinking about some sort of trouble: I calm them down and fly fast for about 18 km by rowing and sailing.

A real dream for a Piedmontese (Viking-Sicilian half-blooded, Venetian by adoption), and I wasn’t even drunk! Sailing across the vineyards, I can’t believe it!

In my homeland, you may only do that after a couple of good bottles of red wine…

So, between real life and dreams, wind and oars, clouds and sun, greetings by the lady from Sommerhausen and by the many riders who already know us thanks to the newspapers and the television reports, we get to Ochsenfurt, that’s another pearl on the Main.

We’re waited by Irene, Peter’s sister, a charming woman, rich in culture and very curious. She turned two ruins in evocative mansions, allowing her passion to shape a B&B that transfers emotion and beauty. I’m really glad to place a bit of advertising for it: Kolpingstrasse 18/20, Ochsenfurt – info@rezzo.info

In the local marina a big Viking man, Matthias, welcomes us. When we tell him that we come from London and we’re going to Istanbul he quietly says: “Gut, the beer dispenser is on the back” such as we were coming from right behind the corner!

This is Matthias! But he’s also a big man with a big heart who will cover us of gifts at our departure: A tray from Jagermeister with an anti-sliding surface and a large beer mug marked with the 50th anniversary of the Ochsenfurt sailing club. Thanks Matthias.

Ochsenfurt is a special place: We’re not used to so much beauty, yet. All around town, you can see cows (made by an artist): Howewer Ochsenfurt doesn’t have any real cow, but a nice and strong architecture.

In the evening we’re guest of Irene, having a superb meal. We also discover an old school where a group of friends, who many years ago walked the “Romea way” (passing from here and Chioggia too) all the way to Rome, is organizing a surprise to some Italian mates coming to Ochsenfurt.

They’re practicing hard, with Teutonic decision, to sing “Romagna Mia” (a famous traditional song) and ask us for an opinion soon after dinner. They’ll make it!! And quite well: Paolo videotapes the memorable moment, getting moved to such a point that he declares himself Romagnolo (just him, a pure Emiliano from Bologna!). However we can forgive him for this lie, considering the emotion!

The next morning we receive a visit from the mayor, Herr Rainer Friedrich, who freely talks about Ochsenfurt, its citizens and their problems, like a good father.

The bridge, for instance, is still to be repaired after a few downfalls.

On the side of the bridge, however, there’s a ferry operated by a private business. It’s called NIXE and comes from Rotterdam. A group of friends, given the delays in completing the bridge, decided to buy this ferry and manage the service. We meet Gerhard Meissner, who took part to the journey from Rotterdam to Ochsenfurt.

This is a wonderful idea, allowing so many people and riders to cross the river. Charon of bike-minded souls. As you already know, I like ferries. I don’t like bridges.

On the same day, full of gifts from the mayor, from Matthias and from Gerhard (giving us a book about his adventire along the Rhine and the main aboard NIXE), we set off. The current is not as powerful as before but still strong. I rely on my oars, just like wings, to travel upstream these mighty waters. I’m rowing on my own, now: Tired and wet by the odd occasional shower, I stop in Marktbreit with Paolo, Massimo and Holger.

We look around for a place to eat, since our meals are usually just a single one. The village is lovely, as usual: Walls surrounded by water, nice architecture and austere Renaissance, with a hint of Italy. Pizzerias and Eis Cafes, run by Italians too, are never missing but today they’re closed. In the distance, you may still see the ramparts protecting the harbour, but now they just overlook a parking area: Cars have become more important.

I forgot to tell you: two kind gentlemen allowed us to stay for free in the local marina. Then, we have a lucky encounter: A lady, walking by with her husband, comes to talk. She’s a volunteer working on NIXE and gives us a wonderful suggestion, about the story of the Marktsteft soldiers fighting in the American Civil War. Thanks.

We climb along a lovely street, to find a typical restaurant managed by a film director. He’s produced a movie about a very moving and sad story. “Solo”, that’s his name, offers to all of us a delicious meal, and begins to tell.

In Marktsteft, a few miles away from Marktbreit, there’s an old, charming port. With a heartbreaking story. A group of poor peasants, about 400 of them, were chosen as soldiers to be sent in the American Civil War, to support the Northern Armies. Just eight of them made their comeback in Marktsteft. The film that Solo gives me is a parody of this tragedy.

We greet Solo, so kind to us, living the harbour where we can still spot a mooring line hanging under the flags. Silence and green, beauty and sadness. We’re touched in the heart. After only six kilometres we’re bound to meet another pearl of Franconia: Kitzingen.

We moor in the local marina, guests of Matthias (another one), very kind, former manager of all the city gardens as well as sailor. We arranged an interview with the director of the exhibition Natur in Kitzingen, Frau Christina Zauner.

The exhibition, requiring a 12 years long preparation, displays everything that you can do in a garden: new (and old) cultivation techniques such as synergic, biodynamic, permaculture and so on. Quite interesting indeed, it’s open up to August 21st, 2011.

Let’s get move, we have to meet a fisherman, one of those handing down their art and secrets to their children, from the middle age. They manage fishing and licenses in the area, and everything that happens on the river: It seems to work.

Bernhard Ziegler, a funny man in his fifties, extremely fit, is a river of words. He calls himself Bernardo and invites us to his home, where he explains the many problems of the Main: rocks, fast current, big barges causing great damages, electric plants and the locks that have transformed the river in a series of lakes (or Water Bodies, as they call them at ECRR) where the interchange of life isn’t possible anymore.

The salmons still exist, but they’re put in and very little in number. The eels are disappearing, and so it happens to many other species. The Main seemed to me a very lively river, but Bernardo opens my eyes. He knows, by many generations, how the river works.

We follow him aboard and he takes us to visit a nice “lanca”, a lake where fishes can safely reproduce. In the river current the fry have no chance to survive. Sad. However there are some positive aspects: Water is always clean, nearly drinkable and people become aware of the damages, trying to fix them. Nature is strong. If you don’t hurt it, it works relentlessly.

Thanks Bernardo. See you soon along a Main as lively as it once was, when your ancestors used to fish huge, 200 kilos salmons and sturgeons. They fished and protected, aware of the limits.

The following day we welcome Maren: She’s a marine biologist, with deep, charming blue eyes. It rains: Not bad for a reunion with Fine after seven years. She comes aboard Clodia telling me about her job in Sokotra, an island in Yemen, where she’s involved in a research programme about corals. Maren has to go very soon: What a shame.

Just before a lock, close a ferry, I hear a shout: “Giacomo Giacomo”. I don’t see very well, so I try to sail near and guess who’s calling me… A couple of old friends, met in Kos on a winter lived aboard. They’re Joanna and Marcel, from Köln, who are sailing around the Mediterrenean aboard Chulugi, their wonderful Dutch boat.

Great celebrations! We arrange a meeting in Volkach for a drink.

In the meantime, with Massimo rowing with me, we get to the channel cutting through a meander of the Main, saving about 10 km of navigation. Reluctantly, we decide to take it, because it rains and we’re tired and wet. To follow the rules, we should get towed to get through, but I’m not fully convinced and Massimo is a real Viking.

So, in 45 minutes we row all the way to Volkach, about six kilometers, getting there just before dark. As Moitessier, I hoist my Storm lamp on the main mast to be visible, but there’s nobody around.

I drop the anchor. Funnily enough, the camping where we moor is called Ankorplatz. We have a quite enjoyable evening, along with Marcel, Joanna and a few mugs of Weizen. Tired but happy.

The morning after we pay a visit to Volkach: Beauty and perfection, but not gushy.

The church of St. Mary im Weingarten makes me smile. Mary in the vineyard (for real!). A gorgeous sculpture by Tilman Riemenschneider, master woodcarver, and nice paintings.

Peace in this pilgrim’s church: Jacobweb, as they call the pilgrim’s trails here. Do you remember the Jacob in Speier? Well, me too am a Jacob, by name and fact!

Fine spots a statue of Saint Bruno and lights a candle.

It’s time to get back to Clodia where Joanna and Marcel are waiting with croissants, tasty bread and wine jam. We try to row, Marcel is good at it, then we raise the sails and return to the harbour.

While I make a coffee on Lena’s stove, look who’s popping out? Wolfgang, an old friend of mine from Bamberg, who lives in London aboard Mouette, an old and charming boat that was once operating on the lake of  Neuchatel.

Wolfgang, as mad as a hatter, cruised the boat all the way to London, in a “Fitzcarraldo” fashion. Mouette is now docked next to the Albert Bridge, Chelsea. What a sight: A shame that I couldn’t restart the journey from there this year, but Faversham was more urgent. Unfortunately it looks like things aren’t going so well there. Come on, guys! Keep going!

Wolfgang has come here with his friend Bernhard, who kindly proposed to be our guide in Bamberg. I’m so happy of this surprise: They have chased us along the Main, asking for information to the Schleusemeister (lock keeper).

Ute and Nicole, in a wonderful café, give me not just special cake but also gentleness and beauty.

Douce (süß) Deutchland too! See you soon!

We set sails once again. A density of seven lives in a day. The distance from Volkach to Schweinfurt is 27 km and I know it won’t be easy. One oar strokes after another, we pass through enchanted sceneries.

I see a marvelous little beach, deciding to stop there: I clean Clodia’s keel, then I stand still in admiration.

I also pick up the sweetest apples straight from the boat, along the Main. The water is clear, I feel like a pioneer.

Then, vineyards, ferries and not bridges, Dutch rowers, and other amenities. Dream. And oar. I’m getting tired, it’s so hot. A nuclear plant, a pink factory and an endless distance to cover.

In a little lock, reserved to small boats, I forget that there’s a bridge over Clodia. While the water rises, I hear the mast touching the bottom of the bridge: Just bizarre creackings, but it all seems to be fine. Then I watch up and I see a strange visual effect, the mast is unusually bent. No, dangerously bent!

Understanding the threat, I immediately release the red button used to flow the water in, but I know that the mast will break. I prepare for the worst, already thinking about how to fix the damage. But… no, thankfully the locking points get loose and, “creaaak”, only the tip of the mast breaks up.

A miracle, it was flexed as a fishing rod, incredible! Thanks to Roland, Nicolò and Diana who built it!! Once again a little distraction could have caused a huge damage. Be careful, Giacomo. Always!

We keep going, low-spirited (especially me). In a couple of hours, after a short pause to verify the extent of the damage, we eventually reach Schweinfurt, welcomed by a strong headwind and a nasty heat. Once passed the lock, the instruction given are to look for the pizzeria along the main and moor there.

Domenico Santoro, from Celie Messapica in Salento, is waiting to give us a roof, delicious food and his great generosity. If he didn’t exist, we’d have to invent him! He worked really hard to get where he is, bus he now owns one of the best restaurants in town, in an enviable position overlooking the Main. It won’t be Salento’s sea, but it’s quite nice indeed.

We couldn’t ask for anything better. If you come around, pay a visit to this “Pizzeria sul Meno”. Domenico’s wife, Karoline, is a strong and sweet woman, always present, You understand, and Domenico admits it, that this restaurant couldn’t exist without her.

Ernst and Ursula pay us a visit. Ernst is an interesting artist: We’ll interview him the next day.

He works on cross-culture, on the denial of the concept of borders, on irony. I agree with many of the things he does and says. Mao and Do-Li (Dolly, the first clone sheep) is a masterpiece of irony.

We’ll be his guests in a studio with a New York style terrace, where he’ll tell us a crazy story happened when he was young.

He transported 700 pregnant cows from Hamburg to Istanbul. And no one of them got lost. Four weeks of adventure. A good subject for a movie! What a character!

Tomorrow we’ll leave to Bamberg. We’re at 333 km along the Main on the 383 to be covered.

Thanks Bea to have given me the chance to meet these friends. You’re our Montalto angel.


P.S. : A big hug to Emanuele who always edits, shapes and translate (I write in Italian) my reports packed with words, and to all the other guys from Eden Exit, taking good care of this website!!


Upstream – Wertheim to Würzburg

We slip the moorings from Wertheim early in the morning, on the 20th of July, with a brand new crew made by Paolo, Massimo, Holger and me. It rains and a rather annoying wind sweeps the water: We have a hard time to get out from the Tauber river, where Clodia is docked. Entering the Main, however, the wind is on our tail and we run fast with two reefs tucked in.

Still, this river amazes me: Steep sided valleys and castles, coniferous forest, I feel like being in the Alps. Our day is alternating between headwind or tailwind depending on the direction of the meanders we’re in. Then, when the evening comes, we stop for the night in a little village called Urphar, mooring to a pontoon on the side of a camping.

We drop the anchor toward the center of the river to keep the distance from the pontoon itself, to avoid getting bumped into it by the waves coming from the big ships passing overnight.

Holger ed I go toward a Garni that looks good, even if somebody tells us that’s closed. Well, let’s give it a try! We find an open door. Silence.

We get in: Inside the lights are dimmed and we see a man sitting on a bench, many set tables around him. Holger asks if it would be possible to get a couple of beers: “Nein… Geschlossen… Montag…” (Not, closed, it’s Monday).

I thank him anyway and so does Holger, telling him about what we’re doing. His expression changes: He hushes up for a moment, then invites us to take a sit.

He shortly comes back with two large Weissbiers in his hands, telling that we’ll be his guests. A world strikes me: He pats my shoulder saying “respekt”, while his eyes shine!

Thanks Volkmar, that’s his name: Your “respekt” and your look have repaid me, all at once, of everyone who laughed at me, who had already decided for a “no”. They’d never know it, but it’s them who gave me the right boost to take this journey.

I have to be grateful to the “no”, the defeatists, the racists, those worried, the destructives, the selfish, because it’s thanks to them that all of this takes place, to transform their point of view from the inside, carefully and not judging. Volkmar gives us two more beers showing me the biggest snail that I’ve ever seen. It’s African and on his hand, with sheer elegance, seems to express love. That he returns.

We have a quiet night and an enchanted wake up: The mist’s rising from the water and a few curious ducks come to see me.

Volkmar and his wife offer a good breakfast to all the four of us, giving food and beers. Bettina gives us beers and another man beers still. We’re in Bavaria, the stow is full: Of beers, of course! Beer is food, as Holger says, so I shouldn’t be starving to death (or at least I’ll die in a very good mood…)

The intake of beer in Bavaria is twice as much that of Germany, that’s in turn three times that of Italy. In Bavaria they drink about 240 litres of beer per year, per person. These figures come from a leaflet that’ve been given in a brasserie in France, in Saint Nicolas de Port. By then, I discarded them as unbelievable. Now I know that’s possible!

We set off after a nice evening that seemed like a lifetime. Lock after lock (so huge) we’ve already got halfway through this magical river. In Marktheidenfeld we’re waited by a journalist. He takes many pictures but doesn’t ask anything. He’ll write a wonderful article, thanks to Holger I believe, who gives him a copy written after four days aboard.

Living the river is quite different than looking at it from the side. All the books about rivers that I’ve read, including the beautiful “Danubio” by Magris (who has navigated on the Danube, though, but by motorboat) did not grasp the real essence, the power, the sheer pureness of this complex being.

What doesn’t get through, in my opinion, is the most important thing: Life. Everything comes from those rivers, the ocean is feed by rivers, we’re born along the rivers. And we get back there, sooner or later. Writers from all the world, get aboard! But by rowing, riding, sailing! Please, without a motor, that steals that marvellous thing that’s physical effort.

Else, you won’t understand. You’re water at 70 percent and you have to vibrate along with the same wave lenght of it. If not, you’ll write a river of words but you’ll never really tell about the river. All in all, I can’t talk about it too, I’m a humble water follower yet!

After a tasty plate of Spätzle (potato dumplings with many other things) we set seils to Lohr Am Main. The current get stronger, so I row faster but unavoidably slow down: A very very hard leg.

I get pulled by Serena for 7 km because I can’t go ahead and the sky is really menacing: I’ve still to be careful about my health. I drop the lace a few Kilometres before Lohr, an old port where the fishermen still work. They spread their big nets just beyond the locks, straight from the fishing boat.

I see old pictures of the shipyards, of the wooden raft sailing downstream, and of people leaving along the river, thanks to the river. And the marks of the floods, written on the walls. Arrived to Lohr, we look for a place to eat but a lone light shines in a desert town: We’re too late as usual!

The light smells by pizza and comes from an Italian restaurant, the only place open. Despite our proposition to favour local food, we hungrily get in. Salvatore (another one) welcomes us and serves me an extraordinary plate of “gnocchi alla bava”. Thanks Salva!

In Lohr we’re reached by Enrico, who’s riding by bike from Glasgow to Ukraine, and has booked a few days with us, aboard Clodia, through this website.

He tells us about his reckless life, a childhood in Sicily, Catania, then Rome and Glasgow.

The next morning I meet a man over a wheelchair, and a strong woman on his side. He wears a captain’s hat, his name’s Manne and lives aboard. He gives me a Bavarian flag and a few beers from  Aschaffenburg, from where he comes. His story is strong: Struck by a stroke some years ago, he doesn’t give up the boat and builds a system to get hoisted and move aboard. In his eyes, I can see the passion and the admiration, the sadness and the strenght whom has won it. When you have little, you make do with what you’ve got. But Manne has got a lot! Thanks to the river.

I also see Frank and Jessie who give me Paula, a grunting rubber pig that’s now at bow on Clodia, and always makes me smile. Thanks.

The current is now too strong and the effort is terrible, I miss Bruno even here. In the end, we get to Wernfeld, after just 12 very hard Kilometres.

The Main has overflown, the banks are under water. I meet Harim, who already followed me with his kayak in Lohr, and our evening gets by with a mixture of pennette (a type of pasta, gift of Volkmar) with tomato sauce cooked by Paolo and wurstel grilled by Harim and Moni.

We’re moored in a wonderful marina, surrounded by nature: The only noise comes from the trains passing very often, in the night too. But this is good, it means less trucks on the roads. We also meet Günther, who gives me lots of food and Hermine and her husband who want to donate me 20 euros. Thanks for those gifts. Fantastic Germany.

Early in the morning, we struggle to win our lazyness (and a bit of healty, logical, worries) to face an ever increasing current.

The game is immediately very tough. When I get out from the protection given by the marina, rowing at my best, I just can’t move! I try to change direction and get back, when on the other side of the river the current gets weaker and, as a miracle, the wind comes to my aid. My enemy-friend.

Now is on my side and I’m happy, a force of nature helps me in fighting another strong force of nature. Wind against current, and Clodia built to sail: And sail it does, very well. People stare at me, it’s crazy to go upstream against this current, reaching as much as 6km per hour, faster than my rowing speed.

On the sides I always find a passage, touch the trees, sometimes I turn, stop and restart. It’s a fight made of directions, resistance, attention, cunning. The art of river navigation.

Konrad would be happy. With a motorboat it’s so easy and ordinary: I’m enjoying it, even if I’m dead beat. Hours by sails and oars, oars and sails, not a moment to rest.

And I’m not a good sailor. As I said, I miss Bruno who’s a magician in these situations. Water observation is critical to foresee the next move, the submerged obstacles, the trunks and the big rocks.

However, this leg is glorious. I get to Würzburg pushed by so much wind: Here the Main, surrounded by vineyards, isn’t any wider than 30 metres. The impressive current makes waves so high that looks like rapids. I’m grateful to this wind: By rowing it would’ve been impossible to make it!

The last bridge crossing is a struggle, 10 minutes for 30 metres. But now I see Würzburg, with its onion-shaped domes and its castle nestled between the vineyards. Würzburg is in the vineyards! After a lock, I turn back and see a marvellous bridge, with many statues placed at its guard, and a deep green in the background.

In the Hafen Bar marina we’re welcomed by Coony, Tom and Alwin. They have read the half page of the Main Post newspaper with the article about us. Wonderful welcome, fantastic location, in a protected bend of the Main, overlooking an island reserved to non-human animals. Tonight we can listen to plenty of music around! There’s a graduation party and in Würzburg live something like 30.000 students. A very nice, royal, city. Today we visit the “Residenz” housing the frescoes by Giovan Battista Tiepolo.

Alex and Manuela from their boat greet me, they’ve helped us in Lohr. Nearly old chaps! In the evening we see a few little fires lit on a nearby boat, that’s equipped with tables and benches: The marina’s owner, very kind, invites us for dinner, on top of granting free mooring and services. A true gentleman.

In Würzburg I meet the Orient. I get this feeling, even if I’m still so far away. However, the shape of  the church over us speaks clear and loud. But, where does the orient begin?

Let’s take a look! A big hug.






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