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Solitary, remote
and simple thatched houses, rowing boats and traditional nets can be seen
along the riverbanks of this vast deltaland. The rivers, canals and lagoons
of the northwest Adriatic are the lifeblood to those who live as subsistence
fishermen. Our modern rigid inflatable boats, in bright contrast to the
fisherboats, looked incongruous as we stepped ashore for a traditional
lagoon meal, sheltered inside an authentic rustic village hut.
Even after our short cruise through the cold, damp mists we eagerly ate
a muddy soup filled with different looking seafoods (one dared not ask
what it was made from,
although it was very tasty) |
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followed by
sardines toasted on an open fire. Starkly I observed that we were just
a few hours away from cosmopolitan Venice where, no doubt, some were enjoying
'a la carte' haute cuisine, while others here existed solely by eating
creatures of the lagoon.
Molluscs, worms, crabs and fish abound in the murky, muddy waters of these
lagoons along with huge gatherings of herons, cormorants and other avian
predators who are the natural competitors to the men who live by this
sea. Man, always novel in his survival, brought us the sight of enormous
nets which are laid across the canals to catch crabs, as testimony to
his ingenuity. |