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How
I became a rogue
by
Giovanni Possenti (GIOANNI on the net)
I was born and raised religiously a catholic and a sea going kayaker. I'm not writing a new version of "Asparagus And Soul's Immortality ;" where the humorist Campanile, after a long discussion says : "There's no resemblance between asparagus and soul's immortality." In my case there are some analogies
As a boy I was serving
Mass; but growing up as an Italian catholic I became wary of every type
of religion serving dogmas and revealed truths. Now I happily live as
an agnostic at the opposition, but behaving well as a human being. (I
hope).
As for the second part of the opening statement my approach to sea kayaking
was : "Never sit on a boat without a sail looking for something like
land trekking on the sea."
I
was the first pupil of the first class held in Elba island by ultra orthodox
sit-insiders and
I was taught everything : How to paddle with Eskimo paddles,How to save
and be saved, How to use a paddle-float,The Eskimo roll, and so on.
Being a new
born baby I suffered some violent poetry-fits and seriously considered
to have an electric bilge pump in my kayak-to-be. (I say having a poetry-fit
when someone with a new toy can't see reality; i.e. a mountain biker doesn't
realize he's carrying on his shoulders for miles a piece if iron full
of biting things and really enjoys it...I did it.)
After the class ending I borrowed the school's boats in idle days to continue
learning all by myself.
Soon I realized,
after a short nautical trek, that those boats where too fiber-glassy for
me and my character and mainly I was not so sure that : alone, rough sea,
wind, nearby reefs, all the skills l 'd learnt under ideal conditions
where really within my reach.
Know perfectly
well "never go alone" but sometimes I feel an unleashed dog.
So … I continued land trekking for two years.
In April at a sailing boat fair in Viareggio I had a vision in the front
of Rotomod's stand with some sit-on-tops made in France under license
by Ocean Kayak.
I was with my wife and I said "Look at those beautiful holes in that
"Thing" 
to
let the water out!" The "Thing" , I still can't be at ease
calling it a kayak, looked like a sort of a plastic gasoline jug, fluorescent
green, with a lot of bumps recesses and straps where to locate and secure
your bottom, your feet and various gear.
Talking with
the man at the stand I was assured that the "Thing" could float
, go single or double, and permit easy ascent after a dive.After
the end of the fair the Ocean K2 was in my garage in Lucca.
This accidental purchase was last years best. I was the only one having
such a boat. I could sell it six times a year 'cause, when someone sees
me and my wife loading or unloading it from our little car; landing and
embarking; simply sitting up and down; or getting a bath offshore, they
want to buy it on the spot!
I took my friends and acquaintances as non-kayakers and converted them
into heretics like me, who have no respect for rough seas and fear almost
nothing. They simply jump on board after a fall in the water. After
three years of absolute happiness the old yearning to travel woke up.
I
contacted again Rotomod and now I'm the happy owner of another yellow
"gasoline jug" with black big hatches; the name: "Scupper
Pro."I'm
still learning the pros and cons but after three long trips: Cinqueterre,
Venice and the 69 ml tour of Elba, I'm well ahead.
Weighing The Pro's & Con's of the Sit-on-top Kayak:
Pro's:
Beginners have no
fears and learn easily.
You can take a bath (it's warm here) everywhere and every time towing
your boat like a scuba signal.
In rough conditions (sometimes we have them) water gets in and out without
unbalancing the boat.
Getting in and out is outrageously easy.
Being in polyethylene you can park them on the rocks then throw them in
the water and finally dive to embark from the water.
Con's:
You must have a dry
suit for winter in rough seas.
Maybe Good, Maybe Bad:
Being a sit-on-topper
among sit-insiders you are always late when paddling in a group. You see
a beautiful sea bottom . You start snorkeling.
The good-for-nothing of your friends leave you alone paddling like devils
till ,and if, they reach a beach where they can have their bath.
Alone
on a sit-on-top, out of Capo Bianco, talking of work on my cell , stark
naked, no paddle float.
You become a heretic.