Paddling towards what I thought was Como, through what I thought was Como’s lake.
Apparently I got lost and now I’m in Lugano, Switzerland.
Heading North brought me back onto Italian soil.
Drawing the beginning of a very stiff way through the first mountain ranges.
No horizon, no fun.
Morning comes and I’m about to approach the Alps.
Among the horrendous glitches and frozen giants I found a Baseball field.
Looking forward to find a protected place to spend the first night.
A factory, an excavation site, few houses, trees and a mountain to reach tomorrow.
Celebrating the first stop, sitting on a tree, first good view of the Alps ahead.