Giacomo loves the water. In fact, he鈥檚 been, as he puts it, 鈥渕aking love to the water鈥� for 10-12 hours each day for nearly two years, through 15 countries with only the force of the wind, water, and his muscles to power him along.

Forty-six-year-old Giacomo De Stefano is now standing at the bow, his tattered straw hat at a rakish tilt and faded t-shirt fluttering in the salty breeze. He鈥檚 singing 鈥淭hat鈥檚 Amore鈥� to no one in particular. We鈥檙e gliding along the silken waters of the Bosphorus in what is the last leg of a 3,356-mile voyage that has taken him from one end of Europe to the other.

But let鈥檚 pause that for a second and rewind the world back a decade, away from this seemingly idyllic spot. Now we see a flashy Italian filmmaker who lived in London, New York, and Rome and regularly traveled to Spain, San Francisco, Paris, Beijing, and Shanghai, leaving a large carbon footprint in his wake.

鈥淚 spent 20 years of my life in cities before realizing I needed a change,鈥� De Stefano says. A change that came in 2002 when he traded his multi-urban life, three houses, Volvo SW (he never liked cars), and 43-foot wooden Ketch for a slower, simpler life unencumbered by stuff.

According to the World Travel and Tourism Council (WTTC), tourism in the world, which might be good news if all tourism was sustainable, but you鈥檝e been on a plane and you know that鈥檚 not true. With that in mind, the one-time-triple-house-owner now wants to build a healthier relationship between people and water.

Enter 鈥�,鈥� De Stefano鈥檚 3,200-plus-mile trip from London to Istanbul鈥攊n a row boat鈥攖o promote slow travel and a greater awareness of the world鈥檚 rivers. His plan: Row and/or sail for no more than six months, stopping along the way to share his story with those on the river banks while living on his boat with a zero-Euro budget. In other words, eating fruit, fish, or anything complete strangers would kindly toss his way.

HE PUSHED OFF LONDON鈥橲 shore on April 30, 2010, but the combination of strenuous exercise, poor nutrition, and stress from trying to balance press events with rowing across the continent nearly proved too much for the then-44-year-old. Less than a month in, his voyage came to a halt, indefinitely, as a severe case of bacterial pneumonia grounded him in the hospital.

After a month in the hospital, the doctor told Giacomo he could resume the trip. But with the Italian鈥檚 immune system dilapidated, the doctor warned, it would still be dangerous鈥攅specially if he didn鈥檛 fully recover. Bad news: full recovery would take an adventure-halting year.

Giacomo returned in June to Ramsgate, England, where he had left his boat, to set sail. 鈥淚 didn鈥檛 accept that I was sick.” But he didn鈥檛 get far鈥攈e ended up waiting in his boat for nearly two months for the right time to cross the English Channel, which may have accidentally saved his life.

The doctor who warned Giacomo was wrong鈥攅xcept, so was Giacomo. It turns out he was misdiagnosed and was suffering from viral pneumonia (which can鈥檛 be fixed with a quick month of antibiotics). And on July 29, 2010, a woman found him near collapse in Ramsgate鈥攊n his boat, in the rain, starving, still waiting to enter the Channel鈥攁nd put him on a plane back to Venice. He had lost 60 pounds and could barely breathe.

鈥淚 looked like a skeleton. And I felt like one.鈥�

Still, his personal health was almost an afterthought. His bigger concern: all the preparation, a year-and-a-half鈥檚 worth, could end up being for nothing. Depressed and unable to walk without wheezing, he spent the next two months in the terminal wing of the hospital and the rest of the summer bed-ridden at home.

鈥淚 wanted to die.鈥�

Come March 2011, he wanted to get back on the water. An idea to which his doctor responded: 鈥淵ou will die.鈥�

Doctors? Death? Whatever. He pushed off again for Istanbul in May 2011 from where he left off in Ramsgate. He did, however, invite a friend aboard until he regained his strength.聽Two months later, he was rowing solo.聽鈥淚 was determined to do something beautiful with my life,鈥� he says, crediting his recovery to his many supporters and what he considers a real, deep-rooted determination to make a change.

AFTER HITTING THE RESET button on his trip, Giacomo was at sea for a total of nine months, including stops for bad weather and interviews. That鈥檚 three-fourths of a year, sleeping and peeing on a boat. He relied on strangers he passed for food and provisions鈥攍ike flour he鈥檇 bake into bread with his on-board stove fashioned from a mini-keg.

After delaying his arrival another 20 days聽while waiting out storms in the Black Sea, Giacomo finally reached Istanbul on September 27.

鈥淵ou can鈥檛 understand where I鈥檝e been,鈥� he says, 鈥渦ntil you feel it yourself.鈥�

And he鈥檚 right. I鈥檝e never jet-set through the world鈥檚 most expensive cities. I haven鈥檛 been on my deathbed twice. And I haven鈥檛 paddled a boat from London to Turkey.聽But I鈥檓 on that boat now鈥斺�淐lodia,鈥� as De Stefano calls it, a hand-built Ness Yawl, 19 feet of hundreds-year-old oak with Italian leather accents, now being housed in the Ko莽 Museum鈥攁nd I鈥檓 lying on the same mattress the man currently steering us slept on for more than 300 nights.

As I stretch out my legs and shut my eyes, I try to imagine myself鈥攐r any average, healthy person鈥攄oing what Giacomo did.聽While the training would be grueling鈥擨 have pitiful upper body strength鈥擨 could do it, the 3,000-mile row from England to Turkey. That would be the easy part: the ridiculously long days of rowing through rough and cold water.

Giving up the homes, the cars, the money, the jetting-around-the-world, and everything else? Replacing it with 12-hour days of physical labor, no possessions, and the dependency on strangers to give me food, drink, and just generally sustain my existence? Oh, and coming back from the brink of death twice? That, I鈥檓 not so sure about.

I open my eyes and look up at Giacomo. He鈥檚 made it. He鈥檚 here now, his boat memorialized in a museum. His immune system also no longer exists, and he still struggles to breathe. Side effects of something that superseded his own well-being, which, well, seems to be the point.

鈥淭he doctor told me a cold could kill me. But hell, I made it here. Didn鈥檛 I?鈥�

Alyson Neel is a freelance journalist and women's rights activist in Istanbul, Turkey, with many passions, including gender, politics, running, good government, and farming. Her next goal is to run a marathon.

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Turkey sits in a tricky geopolitical spot, wedged between North African and Middle Eastern nations rife with civil unrest.

On the southeastern border, there鈥檚 Iran and Iraq, which are, well, Iran and Iraq. The Arab Spring, the nearly two-year-long wave of protests and demonstrations that have ousted leaders and led to violent backlash, is unfolding right in Turkey鈥檚 backyard. Then there鈥檚 the civil war in Syria, where the death toll has climbed to 23,000-plus. Turkey, formerly close with Syria, came out against the regime last year and provided support and refuge for opposition forces. This past June, Syria downed a Turkish jet that officials said had crossed into its airspace. And now add to this volatile mix the American-made, Muslim-mocking film Innocence of the Muslims, which sparked demonstrations in more than 20 countries and led protesters to burn American flags outside the embassy in Ankara.聽

Because of all that, Turkey鈥檚 tourism minister has predicted a two-million-person drop in the number of visitors to the country.聽So why, then, is a 42-year-old former kitchenware-supply-chain manager from California walking 1,305 miles across Turkey with no more than a backpack full of clothes and the equipment necessary to document his adventure?

MATT KRAUSE CONTEMPLATED FOR 10 seconds before leaving his desk job鈥攁 gig as a finance analyst with Eddie Bauer Headquarters鈥攊n 2003 to follow his Turkish girlfriend to Istanbul. He had met her on board a flight to Hong Kong. After they parted ways, Krause tracked her down鈥攈e knew her first name and the California town in which she lived鈥攖hrough some 鈥淕oogle stalking.鈥� He found her, and they started dating.

Living in Istanbul (鈥淭urkey: Round 1,鈥� as he calls it) proved both worldview-altering and mind-numbingly frustrating for Krause. He put all of his money and time into a seemingly promising jewelry-business start-up. He and his girlfriend married. He found work as a niche English teacher because of his professional background. But none of his new life proved sustainable.

After the jewelery business flopped, Krause returned stateside in 2009 to another desk job鈥攖his time in Seattle as a supply-chain manager for Progressive International鈥攚ith his wife planning to later join him. But their marriage, which already had been on the rocks in Turkey, crumbled to pieces with the distance.

While he came to Turkey for the love of a woman, Krause says he left with a deeper connection for the country and its rich culture and warm people. Back home, conversations about Turkey kept coming up, and Krause kept finding himself trying to convince the same non-believer. Turkey and the U.S. really aren鈥檛 all that different, he鈥檇 say, but words weren鈥檛 enough to make it stick. That鈥檚 when he realized it was time to move back鈥攁nd go for a really long walk.

KRAUSE鈥橲 SEVEN-MONTH ADVENTURE began on September 1 in the resort town of Ku艧adas谋 in Ayd谋n province along the Aegean Coast, and it wraps up in the rural province of Van bordering Iran. Walking 1,305 miles is an objectively difficult thing for any human being to do. Plus, Turkey, encircled by the Aegean, Black, and Mediterranean Seas, is home to some wild and unexplored landscapes鈥攆rom pristine coniferous forests and lush river valleys to rugged mountain ranges and arid desert plateaus. He鈥檒l wander through sparsely populated plains, trek around the in the country, and come up against debilitatingly freezing weather (between -22 and -40 degrees Fahrenheit).

Oh, and he also has no clue where he will be sleeping for the next 200-plus nights. Inspired by modern pilgrimages, like that of seasoned Ann Sieben, who has traveled across Europe, the U.S., and North Africa (in the midst of Arab Spring uprisings) without a dime, Krause (his blog: ““) is gambling on the kindness and hospitality of the Turkish people he encounters. He wants to sip tea with locals, crash on their living room floors, dance at their weddings, etc.

His thinking goes: If people, despite political and cultural differences, really are just people, wherever you go, I should be able to walk, unprotected, on my own, across Turkey and not die.

THE U.S. STATE DEPARTMENT, in a message to travelers to Turkey on its , warns, 鈥淭here have been violent attacks throughout Turkey, and there is a continuing threat of terrorist actions and violence against U.S. citizens and interests throughout Turkey鈥� (their emphasis). Every day, Turkish security-force officials and members of the Kurdistan Workers' Party (PKK), which is listed as a terrorist organization by the European Union, Turkey, and the U.S., are killed or injured in clashes between the two sides. After a of, give or take, 17 terrorist attacks over the past six years鈥攁t least seven of which took place in southeastern Turkey鈥攖he State Department advises travelers to 鈥渒eep a low profile,鈥� 鈥渞emain vigilant,鈥� and refuse to deliver parcels/letters for strangers coming in and out of the country.

鈥淚鈥檓 afraid of someone shooting me or slitting my neck on the side of the road,鈥� said Krause, admitting he shares the same fears as everyone else. 鈥淚鈥檓 afraid of drunken teenagers beating me up at night. I also have an irrational fear of scorpions.鈥�

Still鈥攅ven with all the unrest in the region, on his blog, and a pretty strong suggestion from the State Department鈥擪rause considers these fears overblown. An easily-created perception that鈥檚 just not all that true.

鈥淚f I had a dime for every time the State Department issued one of these generic Cover Your Ass memos, I'd be a rich man, and I'd have been too afraid to ever come to Turkey,鈥� Krause said. 鈥淭hose memos are the voice of fear, not of danger.鈥�

He has a point. While its neighbors are certainly more dangerous and especially unpredictable at the moment, Turkey is one of the most stable and democratic nations in the region. Since liberal economic reforms of the 1980s, Turkey has enjoyed impressive economic growth (currently the world鈥檚 16th largest economy) and greater political stability. Turkey, a parliamentary representative democracy, is also a member of Western organizations like the Council of Europe and NATO.聽Current Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdo臒an has amped up Turkey鈥檚 reputation and influence in the Middle East. And in addressing the civil war in Syria, the country has strengthened its relationship with the U.S.

Despite the warnings and whatever reputation the country holds, 757,143 Americans traveled to Turkey in 2011. Even with uprisings sweeping North Africa and the Middle East, a total of 426,593 Americans visited Turkey between January and July of this year alone. Granted, most tourists do stick to cities like bustling western metropolis Istanbul and southern resort hot spot Antalya (both continuously rank among the world鈥檚 most popular travel destinations).

However, in southeastern Turkey, considered the hotbed of terrorist conflicts, the are rarely the targets of terrorist activity. Most deaths and injuries come from getting caught in the crossfire. As the State Department says: 鈥淭he PKK conduct operations throughout southeastern Turkey regularly carrying out attacks that are primarily focused on security personnel. Occasionally, however, attacks injure or kill civilians.鈥�

While the 鈥渙ccasional鈥� injury or death may not be reassuring, 鈥攏ot terrorism (not even 鈥渃aught in the聽 crossfire鈥� kind)鈥攁re the number-one killer (32 percent) of healthy Americans traveling abroad. According to the State Department鈥檚 available online records (from October 2002 to June 2012), a total of . Six of those died in motor vehicle accidents. None of them were killed by 鈥渢errorist action.鈥�

ON SEPTEMBER 13, KRAUSE could see the iconic travertines of聽Pamukkale, marking the end of the first of nine legs of his trip. So far he鈥檚 hung out with imams and spent the night in bus barns. He was invited to enjoy the feast at a traditional circumcision ceremony, rest in the shade while eating watermelon and dried figs, and attend his first-ever village wedding. He鈥檚 learned to rest and wash up at mosques. (They鈥檙e 鈥渓ike truck stops with religion.鈥�) So far, Krause says, his trek has confirmed what he knows and loves about Turkish generosity and hospitality.

That doesn鈥檛 mean it hasn鈥檛 already been tough. In the first week, Krause walked 36 percent farther and with a pack 10 pounds heavier than he had originally trained for. He screwed up his foot, and it cried uncle until a few days ago. He had to lighten his pack, leaving winter clothes in certain towns and then taking a minibus to go back and pick them up, making sure he first walked the distance and stayed true to his plan. If a bum foot and some logistical problems this early into the trip sound potentially goal-upsetting, Krause doesn鈥檛 appear all that concerned. 鈥淎bsolutely I will continue,鈥� he said. 鈥淚鈥檓 hell-bent聽on that. I would never forgive myself if I stopped.鈥�

Still, despite a trying first two weeks, the roughest part of the trip is yet to come. Krause has yet to hit what many, including the State Department, would consider the most dangerous leg of his journey鈥攆rom the province of Diyarbak谋r to Van鈥檚 border with Iran鈥攄uring which he will confront a climb up to 7,600 feet (the highest point of the trip), rural villages that are fewer and farther between, and what is considered to be a terrorist stronghold.

No one can know what lies ahead, including Krause, who鈥檚 never traveled to eastern Turkey. And that鈥檚 sort of the point of all of this.

鈥淭here鈥檚 nothing but terror on the news. That is no way to live, and it鈥檚 not the reality. We need to be less afraid of the world. So here I am, walking through a Muslim country on the border of the Middle East.鈥�

Alyson Neel is a freelance journalist and women's rights activist in Istanbul, Turkey, with many passions, including gender, politics, running, good government and farming. Her next goal is to run a marathon.

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