There are many similarities between rowing boats. Clearly, their weights and dimensions change depending on the number of rowers and seats in each one. The motion of the body too differs largely between sculling (two oars per person) and sweep (one oar per rower), but to the uneducated eye they appear quite similar. However, this is not the case.
Sweep oar boat par excellence – the eight is the only one with a coxswain and is the longest and fastest of all the categories. It demands light, rapid movements particularly Continue reading →
by Giuseppe Lamanna (translated by Gillian Shaw) (source text)
We live on a planet we call Earth, even though 3/4 of it is covered by water. There have been more men to walk on the moon than who have rowed across an ocean. Alex Bellini has never been to outer space, but he has rowed across the Pacific. Twice.
I’m only jealous of this guy because his profession on his ID card reads: explorer. Whereas I am just a journalist, who rows. Or at the very most, a rower who writes. But because of my job, I met him and asked for his help to find the right motivation, with the aim of spending more hours rowing than in front of the TV. It’s a pity he took the wind out of my sails, telling me not to believe in motivation. Because motivation is a cheat.Continue reading →
Rowing a sport made up of choices. But most of the time it won’t be you who’ll make them – it’ll be your coach. One of these, and possibly the most important, is whether you choose to row sweep oar or to scull.
Usually your coach will decide this based on what the squad needs or which boats are available. It can also be down to his/her personal choice. For example, sweep oar was my coach Aldo Calì’s preference, even though he had won in the 2x with Davide Tizzano.
The Stelvio – who is that? Of course, now that Alfa Romeo has named a car after it, everyone knows what ‘The Stelvio’ is. A bewitching mountain with all the required ingredients to strike terror and to make history. A kind of pagan temple shrouded between the clouds of Mount Ortler and the glaciers of Monte Cevedale. An impossible dream, a surfaced route that goes straight from Austria to Italy. From Vienna, down to Milan. A non-stop road, that takes the most direct course. But before that, who knew what the Stelvio was?
It took an Italian engineer – the best there was – to build this road at the behest of Emperor Franz I. The Austrians would only have the best, after all. His name was Carlo, Continue reading →
I have always loved rowing because it teaches us about life. A sporting career only lasts a short time and the art of rowing gives you a heightened awareness and focus on the difficulties to be overcome in everyday life. This is what happened to me.
Mario Palmisano (stroke) and Mattia Trombetta (bow)
In 2004, I became the World Champion in the coxed pair with Mario Palmisano and our cox Luigi Longobardi, on the Spanish lake at Banyoles. My name is Mattia Trombetta and I am an Italian rower. I had never believed in the existence of the devil until the day I became his bowman. This is my story. Continue reading →
Below the volcano.
They call her Mungibeddu. And she always does things big. She wasn’t messing around even with this year’s eruption. The road that goes up to the Sapienza di Nicolosi mountain hut has never been the same. It has to be sorted out every time Mungibeddu has some fun with volcanic rock and rivers of molten lava. Her summit craters are vast and immense, true. But the most dangerous at least for the road, are the fissures, that open up like rifts going right down into the valley. Someone was hurt this year while they were out on a trip and playing – a little too much – with fire.
At the top of Etna, there used to be a tower. It was called the Philosopher’s Tower and Continue reading →