The stage now is the same length as that of yesterday, although it might seem to feel even longer.
Let's start with the usual Pallanza transfer boat in which we also bring along the coast to Laveno to examine exactly the conditions for the arrival in town, so be quiet when arriving near the ferry dock, and with their front and rear propellers are significant to those who are afraid to swim in water.
But the situation is calming and so we go forward Arolo to bring the cute little bar in front of the lunch yesterday at noon.
on time worthy of a serious business of work and not just a sporting adventure we find ourselves ready to prepare and dress together.
The weather is gray, yesterday gave forecasts of thunderstorms during the day, but luckily they reach violent in the afternoon, when we now we are safely back home.
Today we are 10 swimmers, so the number of participants also reconfirmed today.
We are preparing, monitor each other to have secured the zippers of our suits, especially on the neck, which is an extremely delicate point for the many frictions that undergoes during swimming, where we must always remember to spread a little 'out of petroleum jelly to prevent water with significant abrasions, which then would be hard to heal quickly.
We dive and head, as usual, formed a leading group, composed of News in the head, the young Moroccan Tazarine to heel, then Gosse and closing the Susy Musso, unexpectedly strong in the swim to judge only by the physical graceful and sottile.Questo group will proceed as usual at a rapid pace since the beginning until the end of the entire stage, one day I must give me sick to see from their boat this fast train.
behind all other proceedings, as usual fluently, no one gets used to swim in groups; spouses Menni happy exploring the coastline, while Luciano Riva, strictly without changes as Angela, always lonely swims in the lake, until we get scared when we saw his balloon in the Bay of Laveno direct route to cross the ferry.
However, the route is extremely beautiful from the start, just turn the tip of Arolo we are to parade along the cliff on which encysted the monastery of St. Catherine Sasso, justly famous.
Underwater is just as good as out of the water, still entangled in the branches of the trees growing wildly along the cliffs, usually figs, which I find curious issue with roots immersed in water from the branches to help likely to find support on that barren rock face and is not rich.
I always thought that the holes and cracks that you see in the rock were the perfect lair for perch, but I do not see how I do not see even one fish until the end of this long wall, a crack in one meter I curiously stuck under water instead of a football!
pass over the monastery, where I noticed that the wall is riddled with iron rods and pieces that have been incorporated to strengthen and prevent possible cracks in the rock, being a marl limestone, is very definitely not Santa after resistente.Subito Catherine the cliff overhanging ends with a couple of villas included fortunate to peak near the water and then completely change it back to the bottom sand, fine sand of a large marina, and finally begin to meet the first fish.
Leggiuno The bay front is full of brilliant and occasionally alborelline meeting of malicious chub that are probably keeping an eye on with feigned innocence.
A stretch of sandy coastline, punctuated by patches of reeds, and basically begin to see the houses of the first portion of the Rhine, where he arrived after a lot of minutes.
Attack the promontory occupied by one of the most beautiful villas of the lake, with a development bank for at least 1 km, centered on a magnificent beach planted with a score of Taxodium in the middle of water, and then soon after arrival the town of Rhine
Just as I want to say to the kids fishing from the wall of the port of Reno that is completely useless to stay to fish with their canes into the water, I see here is the first spurs of whitefish, then just a nice tench a couple of pounds that travels quite a 3 m deep.
overtaking the country and the bottom becomes rocky with scattered granite blocks and discovered with astonishment that all along the coast passing a pipe underwater concrete, fairly well camouflaged with granite blocks cemented to hide it, but overall it seems to me a rather unfortunate choice because it is a sewer pipe running water under pressure could be safely put in a lot deeper than the they saw their own, although I do not remember what I was ever in mind, namely that in the bottom under ' I just look at us water and very little other people.
fish Then again, a little ' of bleak, chub and some big 3 m below the encounter surprising me with a great big eel in diameter, the length of almost 1 m and a half, which is very much afraid of seeing me and runs away to sea so long since terrorizzata.È I meet the eels because the animals are nocturnal and therefore tend to leave in search of their prey just after sunset.
two beautiful sun perch, which are now so rare, then even chub.
Extension front of the beautiful villa Castellini, and then continued on along the walls of beautiful villas, with majestic old docks built with great walls of granite secular.
Meanwhile, time has become more and more beautiful, the sun came out and it came out in the water a lot of boats that create a wave quite significant for us that we swim.
The gardens of the villas that line began to be inhabited and our passage probably always creates un'imbarazzata curiosity by those who wonder where we are coming from and where ever we are going, but nobody has the courage to give us a application even if a few hours later will surely ask you where ever we ended up because no one will believe that we are taking a walk along the lake, in fact, the day before the newspaper wrote The Prealpina an article on us gently but probably no one identifies as the protagonists of the "famous" LONGALAGO.
Slowly I realize that on the Piedmont side of my height now is the tip of the Castagnola and therefore are in the pipeline and soon after it begins to pass by the garden of the old Austrian fort, round in shape, beautiful in its appearance so strict, built in large blocks of granite worked, apparently hit by artillery fire in several places, although I seem to remember from the old prints of the night attack at Garibaldi strong Laveno was brought to the fort which is north of the bay, but maybe I'm wrong.
now I'm entering the Gulf of Laveno, increasingly so as a nuisance while swimming, but now when I do not expect anything special, this is the most interesting section for my underwater encounters: the bank collapses straight with some small bay full of trunks of large debris brought to the bay and probably trapped by raging winds Mergozzo, and plunged through the branches at the bottom I see hundreds and hundreds of roach, plump and beautiful in form, and at some point, enough to fund a tench a nice weight, and I remember that today is St. Peter and Paul, June 29, and the family tradition that is today a large tench Pallanza came to lay their eggs in our harbor.
Then again shoals of roach and whitefish and even then they are now at the bottom of the bay, where they are probably creating a new lake for swimming, and where do I go through with a gesture of disgust the mouth of the river that is thrown in the bay at a point called rightly Water Aquarium.
The water is filthy, rusty as the output of a foundry, plastic bags floating everywhere, but now I got on the boat and jump dell'imbarcadero stock just before the ferry to avoid any danger.
go down to the pontoon outside the town hall of the city, we change ourselves as always gets through that without much curiosity with gratitude and devour a beautiful cake affectionately prepared tart apricots from the mother of Diego and Violante for me the next day we will make a whole lot of years!
A Laveno came to meet me on arrival with her daughter Susanne is an elderly German woman, Maria Cirkel, that was my mom's primary partner in 1920 and with whom we affectionately found after nearly fifty years I did not see that!
You see all that is proud of me and maybe a little bit about it too, with my adventure so unusual that I can complete each stage only by the affection of my friends old and new and the patience of my wife.
In the meantime the LONGALAGO stops until September and July 13 we expect the island, the crossing of the Gulf of Borromeo Baveno Pallanza by boa around all the islands will be a wonderful swim in which I hope many people and many sporting like to attend.
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