Alone Across the Pacific Ocean: Three Hundred Days of Rowing Solo Across the Pacific
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Even after crossing the Atlantic ocean on a rowing boat in 2006, Alex Bellini still felt the urge to challenge himself once again. So, on 21st February 2008, he climbed again into his boat to cross the Pacific ocean alone, on a journey from Peru to Australia. He needed to cross 10 time zones, 17,000 km and do more than 5 million row strokes. A physical, and especially mental, challenge. An adventure that is almost legendary, in which Alex was able never to feel completely alone, thanks to the constant support of thousands of people that followed him via the web, the radio, and especially the feeling of complete unity with the surrounding ocean. An ocean than was not always friendly.
After writing down his thoughts, day after day, he made us feel what all this time in the sea, alone, meant for him: “it was as though the world of lands above sea level suddenly had disappeared.” Indeed, when time becomes endless we are able to understand what really matters in the life on a man. Alex learned that the value of a man cannot be judged measuring his successes, but with the dreams that keep him alive. In his book he also tells the love story with his wife Francesca, that gave him the necessary courage to go on, from the land, far away from him.
About the Author
Alex Bellini was born in a small mountain village in the Northern part of Italy, in 1978. In 1999 he is selected to participate to the final tests for the Camel Trophy.
In 2000 he runs his first marathon in New York, and in 2001 he participates in the Marathon des Sables, 260 km in the Moroccan desert.
In 2002 he runs the Alaska Ultrasport, a running race of more than 600 km in Alaska, dragging a survival sledge.
In 2003 he participates, once more, to the Alaska Ultrasport, running 1400 km in 27 days.
After two attempts, in 2005 Alex becomes the first man to even row across the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic ocean alone on a rowing boat reaching Fortaleza, (Brazil) after 226 days and 11.000 km.
On 21st February 2008, on the same rowing boat, Alex goes down in the navigation history and marks a new record for the longest successful rowing of the Pacific ocean with a rowing boat.
In 2011, from June 18th to August 27th, Alex runs from Los Angeles to New York. 700 hours of running, 120 marathons in 70 days and more than 5200 km without a single day off the road.
weather conditions had been perfect, the sky at noon was completely clouded over. The wind came up in gusts every so often strong enough to pull the beach umbrellas out of the sand. Grudgingly, I decided up until the last minute not to exclude the possibility of putting off my departure. Only if the weather gave me total assurance, would I go. The worst mistake I could make would be to be influenced by the many people crowding around me who came only to see me leave. I remember one day when an
himself inside and waited for it to pass. A trip on the spin cycle, in random directions, for who knew how long…. S 12° 12′ – E 177° 58′, September 2008 There wasn’t a day of rowing in which I didn’t think about the effect of my success or failure on our future. If I couldn’t complete my crossing, I told myself, I would probably have to choose a different line of work, one that kept me on land. If I didn’t have a good outcome I might not be able to count on the support of sponsors anymore,
128° 07′, June 2008 Land, September 2008 S 12° 12′ – E 177° 58′, September 2008 Sydney, November 2008 S 26° 03′ – E 158° 26′, November 11, 2008 S 26° 27′ – E 160° 07′, December 2008 Land, December 12, 2008 New Castle, December 13, 2008 Aprica, December 12, 2009 Malibu, California - May 28, 2013 When I first heard about Alex Bellini and his ocean rowing adventures, I felt a strong connection to his story because in 2001 my father was lost at sea while rowing across the Atlantic
even just standing still in a tent. It was a funny phone call because each of us laughed at the misfortune of the other. I was in the sweltering heat and frying my brain and he was in the Himalayan cold, turning into an icicle. Two worlds so far apart, two lives lived at opposite extremes, yet so much alike. “You know, Alex, wouldn’t we be better off just staying at home? “No, Marco, we wouldn’t be better off at home and you know it! Maybe we’d be more comfortable, that’s true, but it wouldn’t
letters on my boat’s cabin was: “Onward, bastard,” a message that often gave me the grit I needed to overcome my difficulties. These are the only words I want to remember. “Onward, bastard! Aprica, December 12, 2009 The day you came through the door of our house our lives were changed forever. In the nine months of waiting, your mother and I often stopped to think of the time we would hold you. But the emotion that you give us every time we see you make a little grimace or the hint of a