5.16.2009

RIGID ANTITHESIS TO POSSIBILITY





















(photos from a day-n-night on the build)

Goodbye Slovenia, hello open water:

- Returning to camp in Slovenia to be greeted by a film crew shooting on the build site.
- Breaking down camp and moving everything to the end of a jetty where the boats were docked.
- Having the boast inspected by a serious but friendly guy from the Slovenian Harbor Master.
- Then having to delay our departure by an extra day because the head Harbor Master lost our papers.
- Setting sail for the first time.
- Meeting some street musicians in Trieste and inviting them to come visit the rafts. Six of them show up later that night and play traditional Italian folk songs for us on the pier.
- Leaving Trieste at dawn to make the 21 mile sea crossing.
- Crossing the rolling Adriatic Sea for over eight hours, and having two rafts (out of three) break down during the trip.
- Crapping off the side of a rocking moving raft isn't as hard as you would think. Although it does lack for dignity.
- Having some nervous moments tying two rafts together to exchange tools in 2.5' high swells.
- The waves getting bigger throughout the day, causing some seasickness.
- Landing on a muddy beach with tons of little crabs everywhere, which turns out to be nesting grounds for some endangered birds.
- Exploring the beach in the rain.
- Passing out in the afternoon, waking up the next morning at 9am.
- Overheard from a crew member: "I was so drunk I did the dishes!"
- Riding a bike on a small road alongside a canal, scattering wild pheasants on the way.
- Exploring some abandoned buildings, one of which was full of swallows that kept buzzing your head.
- Spider and Dead Eye Dave joining us for a couple of days on their European bike tour, and then taking Ben Mortimer with them.
- Some of my friends trying to send a very drunk n' rowdy Spider over into my tent one night. He shows up on the rafts the next morning rowing over to them standing up in the canoe wearing nothing but a t-shirt and pink leg warmers.
- Entering the canals on a Sunday = lots of pleasure boat gawkers.
- Meeting some friendly Italians on the water who invite us to their island in the lagoon for champagne and fresh-picked cherries.
- While traveling in the afternoon, the wind picks up enough to slow us to walking-speed.
- Tying up to a channel marker for the night. The only thing around is an old family-run restaurant on an island, where the Austrian film crew's money buys us all a dinner of grilled fish and fried calamari/whole shrimp/grass fish/hermit crabs/tiny starfish.
- Later we explore some abandoned buildings (that some crew had been considering sleeping in) and find scorpions and mating millipedes and bring them back to the rafts with us.
- The next morning we receive a visit from the Carabineri (Italian Military Police).
- Tobacco-scented air freshener in the bathrooms.
- While navigating some tight channels, our lead raft got stuck in the mud. The next two rafts followed suit exactly and duplicated the first raft's mistake. The debacle culminated with an attempt to throw a line around a channel marker, only to discover that the other end of it was not attached to anything.
- No love lost among some crew members: "If he was on fire, I MIGHT piss on him."
- Making stand-up-female-piss-assist devices out of coke bottles.
- Bouncing around from handling lines and poles, to driving, to manning the engines, to trying to photograph everything definitely keeps it from getting monotonous.
- Seeing adult comics sitting on a bottom shelf next to Yu-gi-oh and other kid comics in a stationary store.
- The nice mayor of Marano opening up the soccer field locker room showers for us.
- A bunch of little kids coming to visit the rafts and sing a song to us on a field trip. They then went back and drew pictures of us and the boats which they gave us.
- Camping on the outside grounds of a graveyard.
- Riding bicycles down a dark road lined on either sides with open fields full of fireflies.

Learn Itialian
"Mi kazzo è un razzo pazzo." = My cock is a crazy rocket.



MP3:

• Doo-Rag - Bullhorn

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5 comments:

  1. I'm so jealous of you salty sea dogs.

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  2. in italy people would say "il mio cazzo è un razzo pazzo".. not "mi kazzo..etc" :D

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  3. This is the best raft yet! Those night shots are killer.

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