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Fifteen days before the dream in "Bad examples" me and three friends were in Capraia and the only bad thing we had not was the rain. Wind, rough sea and everything else we had a lot.

There were big chunks of plaster falling from the left wall of the chamber luckily I had a canopy bed (I was nearly into a cave) I did not take with me the one i have home 'cause I was afraid of rust. The SCUPPER hatches could easily....

Blush I'm afraid I did one good thing. I admit, I had a map but i can't be so disorganized.

Let's see the scores
X1 my wife could be anxious, bah… she's used to.
X2 you should be prudent and conscious of your limits, bah… from my point of view I am…
X3 these are the rules , bah… if I did it they would simply forbid it.
X4 I said it to the sailor, bah… I think it crossed his head at light speed.
X5 rules, always rules, bah… you can bend them sometimes and I was really ecological.
X6 You can't do free camping, bah… I was a weary old man looking for shelter.
X7 forbidden out of naturist camps, bah… who cares when you are nearly always alone ?
X8 should not drink at your age, bah… wine is the milk of the old man and the dolcetto d'Alba is a great one.
X9 never go alone, bah... I got a split personality.

Bingo. I think I won a rag doll for my wife, poor woman.
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I've witnesses, a butterfly usually cames, drinks the red wine from the glass in your hands and then flyes away straight like a drunken butterfly.

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I can't make up my mind. I have two good headings for this article. There's a tale here in Italy of a donkey which starved between two stacks of hay so I'll use both and you can choose.
If you choose "A perfect disorganization " you must know that : no matter how carefully you plan and organize; everything can be ruined by bad weather and winds from hell. Sometimes things goes smoother if you don't plan at all.
If you choose "Bad examples" you must know that I'm a law abiding, square, lazy, more than middle aged man, careful not to do anything out of the rules.
But. If I was a sixty year old naturist with the soul and the enthusiasm of a twelve year boy I could have done all I say in he article. Obviously it is a dream and every photo is a diabolic digital manipulation. To be sure not to risk a fine or go to jail I won't even sign it.

This is the second one.
A friend of mine has the heavy burden to collect all the rules concerning sea going with a kayak in Italy. Our history is too long and laws regulations and local rules are so encrusted that they became absurd. If only half of what I think is true my only choice is to sell half price my Scupper and hope not to be sued for cheatin' a non-compos.
Till now I can only give marked with a red X some

BAD EXAMPLES
by Anonymous

Friday evening I load all the gear on the car and on Saturday 6 A.M. I say to my wife :
" I'm goin' in the "Uccellina natural park " or perhaps in river Ombrone or perhaps in Capraia island or ….." X1. I'm blessed with a "Go where 'beep' you want and let me sleep " and since the general direction is south I move on. The weather looks good and so I decide to give a second chance to the island of Capraia 25 miles from Leghorn. Obviously I load my SOT on a ferry but during the crossing the sea and the wind get worse . Really mad at the weather responsible I decide, come what may, to circumnavigate the island. X2.
I don't go to the harbor authority to say that I'm going to do this, don't ask for weather report X3 don't tell a living soul where I'm going X4 and I only ask to a professional sailor looking man where are good shelters on the west coast of the island with this south-west wind.
The harbor is on the north-west coast and so I start counter clockwise so I'll have wind favorable if it get worse.
I begin to cheer up and with the map X I explore every single inlet and cave till the north cape . The weather turns to better and with increasing enthusiasm I explore the desert east side of the island. At Punta della Manza I see on the surface a fluorescent dotted line marking the border of an integral marine reserve and every vessel must stay 1 km from the coast. The problem is that kayaks are allowed only to navigate into that limit and so I'm stranded. I'm a rational man and I remember that my Scupper has been named : yellow banana, Thing, bath tub, SOT (of a SOB ), but nobody, I repeat nobody thinks that it can navigate. So … it's not a vessel X5 and I merryly continue having a really good time.
I'm too fast and I realize that I can be at the starting point early in the evening to sleep in a camping and have nothing to do till tomorrow's evening ferry. So I begin to loose time, having long sun baths, snorkel, circumnavigate every single rock more than three feet from the coast.
Now it's late, I'm a poor weary old man who must find a refuge in the Cala del Moreto out of Punta Zenobito X6. The hotel is with many, many stars, a whole sky of them. (don't remember in the USA but here a 5 star hotel is super luxus) and in a poetry-fit I appreciate everything: the rocks under the bed, the rocks falling on the bed, the screaming seagulls and the rumble of the waves that fade and blend in a kind of sea silence.
The morning after I can't break many rules except being a itinerant naturist X7 and at noon I am in the harbor cluttered by Sunday tourist. I'm an unleashed dog but I need some human warmth and I head for the camping where Marco, the owner, and his friends greet me like a long lost son, refresh me and make me drink till I'm almost ready for a AA meeting X8.
With only one regret not having been able to photograph a drunken butterfly I close two days of (this is the first heading)

A perfect disorganization
by Anonymous

Perhaps the best moment. In the middle of the night near the Zenobito woken by a great rock falling in the water but with a sky above so clear and full of stars I could cry.

An eremite. X9

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