“Click…click…splash” the rhythm of rowing make an andante symphony through the gigantic wrinkle silvery water. My fingers wrapping the row bar. My arm stiffened as a pulling twenty kilogram solid rock up to the surface. I am relaxing for an only second then continued again lifted another stoned oar. The oars went click, click, and click again and again. They kept in perfect time in their wooden rowlock, and I never paused once during the long forty five minutes journey.
