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41 SVN Solovelanet Global H itting the gas, I avoid bumping into a large tugboat inside the Bosphorus. The dense black smoke which comes out is soon blown away by the Poyraz (the wind called Meltemi by the Greeks), while the resulting wave hits my boat in the quar- ter, making her roll a little. I proceed slowly under engine power against about twenty knots of wind and two or three knots of stream towards the Sea of Marmara. Using the sails is forbidden along the en- tire twenty miles of the channel, so I have no choice but to rely on the inboard engine of Piazza Grande. With the gorgeous Ottoman palaces and the mighty Byzantine bastions to either side, I see in the di- stance the last of the three bridges that connect the European and the Asian shores of Turkey. Beyond this lies the ancient Pontus Euxinus, that sort of mysterious and unknown place that is today known as the Black Sea: a slightly sinister name which plays a role in keeping Mediterranean boaters away. But are they right to stay away? It is to answer this question that I am here. The Black Sea is not a handy destination from Italy as you have to travel a long way. Or else, as some northern Europeans do, you may sail down the Danube following the flow of the river. This is a route typically used by those who want to reach the Medi- terranean without making a detour via the Atlantic. According to the pilot book I have on board, the total number of boats that cross these two "entran- ces" in a year amounts to a dozen units: virtually the same as in any Italian or French marina in a single summer day. I leave the Bosphorus and head for the open sea to get a few miles away from the coast, both to break free from naval traffic and to avoid an area reserved for drilling by the Turkish Navy. It is late afternoon by now, and a night of sailing awaits me to reach Tsarevo, Bulgaria. The wind is still strong and, once the sails and the autopilot have been adjusted, I sit in the cockpit to enjoy the silence and the satisfac- tion of having arrived here. by Luciano Piazza

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