A Fat Paddler must decide – Racing Ski vs Sea Kayak
So the time has come to get a bit more serious, sell off the plastic kayak and invest in the paddling craft that will carry the Fat Paddler through the…
So the time has come to get a bit more serious, sell off the plastic kayak and invest in the paddling craft that will carry the Fat Paddler through the…
After the difficulties faced using my current kayak with ocean swell conditions, with a need for a long-distance kayak for the Hawkesbury Classic in October, and after an insightful chat…
It was a simple plan. Get up at 5am, head to the Spit, get the kayak out on the water whilst still dark, paddle to the Heads, and watch the…
It was only a matter of time before someone got hurt. I expected it would be your’s truly, since a big man on a little kayak is bound to lead…
I decided it was time for a test, a time to put the demons behind me, a time to get past the disasterous first paddle into Sydney Harbour. It was…
ANZAC Day, an Aussie/Kiwi institution. The Dawn Service, the March, the beer and two-up, for many antipodeans it is the most important day of the year. The day after ANZAC…
“Mate, you look a bit big for that kayak” “It’s rated for over 150kgs, I should be right” “150kgs! What, as a submarine??” This was the start of a somewhat…
Today I went to the gym for my first session with personal trainer, “Dirk”. Now Dirk is not a small man, in fact he is quite a large man, who…
I really can’t stop raving about this place. The whole lagoon system is about 6.5km to do a lap, so pretty small in the grand scheme of things, but every…
This is embarrassing. But I’m damn jeolous of paddling partner Rich’s Mirage 530. On one hand I laugh watching him squeezing his legs through its keyhole opening. But otherwise I’m…
Over Easter I paddled over 41km in four days around waters on the NSW Central Coast. Day 1 on Lake Tuggerah (The Entrance) was forgetful at best – unless you…
Just a quick shout out to the paddlers of Avoca, and the magnificent lake that I had the luck to paddle over Easter. Just sensational!
Last Sunday I faced a terrible predicament. Driving to the Spit from Hornsby in howling winds and driving rain suggested that perhaps the morning’s paddle was going to be, well,…
Paddled over to see this at the boat ramp at the Roseville Bridge a couple of weeks ago. Whilst obviously a very ordinary place to park the car, it was…