Here is a man, who kayaks not for the glory days, or because of some new gimmick. When you meet Horst Hattinger, you can see the fire in his eyes, the way he talks about life, about adventure, is his way of riding the lightning. English is not his first language, not that this matters – the themes cross language, cross the boundaries of borders. I have tided his written English just a little,but have kept the essence alive. Enjoy.

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