Guy enjoying the very British weather he brought with him

I love the fact that as a paddler, all it takes to get a decent paddle in anywhere in the world is to simply jump online and ask someone. Which is exactly what British paddler Guy Smith did whilst visiting Sydney on a business trip.

Of course, had I known that the day we’d organised to paddle was going to be the same day a Tsunami warning closed down Australia’s entire East Coast, I might have reconsidered. But as it was the Tsunami was a bit of a non-event and the only down side was the fact that Guy had brought the grey wet weather of Blighty with him!

Paddling Sydney's Middle Harbour in the rain. Still beautiful!

Of course rain hardly matters when you’re paddling and it was still a hot and humid 34 degrees, so we meandered up Middle Harbour comparing notes on paddling and life in general as the rain gentle fell about us.

Cruising up in Bantry Bay - with coffee!

As luck would have it, Garry arrived in his coffee boat so we rafted up in the rain and enjoyed a relaxing cuppa amongst the misty green hills before starting the gentle paddle back into ever increasing rain as an electric storm broke over Sydney. This just added to the afternoon, with crashing thunder and flashes of lightning over the hills to the north of the Harbour adding a  little atmosphere to our jokes and laughter as we paddled through the driving rain.

Still smiling despite the building storm

When we finally got back to Sydney Harbour Kayaks at The Spit, Guy took the opportunity for a quick try out in my Valley Aquanaut, enjoying being back in a skeg boat and the feel of edging and control. But as the rain got really heavy, we decided to call it a day and after packing up our gear, I drove Guy back to his hotel in the city.

Playing in the Valley Aquanaut (Part I)

Playing in the Valley Aquanaut (Part II)

Finally, I handed Guy a goodie bag with a few Fat Paddler bits and pieces, and in true marine-tradition Guy gifted me a serious bottle of rum care of the kind people at Duty Free!

Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum!

As I said at the beginning, you gotta love the global friendships that paddling enables. Thanks for a fun afternoon Guy and I hope you enjoy the rest of your trip Down Under. Cheers – FP

P.s. Guy, as promised I didn’t ONCE mention how twice I caught you with your paddle upside down!  Muhahaha!

Team Fat Paddler - Grumm, @BigYahu, @SachaWard

The members of Team Fat paddler got together this morning, on a hot fine Australia Day, for a first paddle together. Alan and Sacha had a little experience under their belt, but Grumm was losing his paddling virginity, so it augered for a fun (but slow) morning!

We head off onto Middle Harbour, giving Grumm tips along the way before sighting the Coffee Boat chugging towards Sugar Loaf Bay, so we took of to intercept the good ship Vittorio in the search of black gold. Rafting up, we got a chance to catch our breath and savour the morning with fresh coffees in hand.

Team Fat Paddler with coffee - woohoo!

Finishing up, we took off for Bantry Bay as our final destination. By now, Grumm had worked out the kayak and was handling the boat waves well, but was also starting to whine (as only a Pom can) about his sore shoulders… and arms… and back… etc etc! So once we got close, I asked Grumm if he’d like to try my Greenland paddle, which he accepted. I switched to my spare GP, a split Mitchell Horizon, for the cruise into Bantry Bay.

Grumm with euro paddle

Grumm having taken my GP and refusing to give it back

Once there, I took off for a fast sprint, and during a particularly powerful sliding stroke, felt my paddle buckle and fold in my hands! Unbelievably, I’d just smashed my third GP (honestly, I’ve now broken them all!). To the laughter of the other lads, I now had to revert to a canoe-stroke with half of the GP!

Smashed paddle - bugger!

After realising I couldn’t keep up with the other boys (even Grumm!), I had to revert to the Euro blade, for the first time in about 6 months. Casting grumpy looks back at Grumm, by now firmly refusing to give my GP back, we limped back to The Spit. Then, after a quick roll, and a quick failed roll attempt and a swim (!!), we called the morning done and each head off for our respective Australia Day activities.

Of course, for me and Grumm (we live on the same street), that is going to involve beer, prawns and lamb on the barbie. But to start off, I found this little number at the local pub, which I thought I’d dedicate to my Kiwi mates (that means you, Darryl). Cheers and happy Australia Day everyone! – FP

Sheepshaggers Gold - Kiwis love it!

J-Dogg cruising past the marina at The Spit

A good mate of mine who has been living in the Middle East recently returned to Sydney for a few weeks and we organised to head out for a paddle on Middle Harbour.  We both rented matching BD Epsilons (a P300 for me, a P200 for him) from Sydney Harbour Kayaks and since the tide was in I thought I’d take him for a burn up to Scotts Creek, Bantry Bay and back to The Spit.

At the start of the paddle my mate Jeremy (or J-Dogg as I like to call him) took off at a fairly cracking pace, pushing his slightly smaller kayak with his euro blade pretty quickly through the water. As a bigger lazy guy, I need a good 3-4km to warm up so I was struggling a little to keep up with my greenland paddle and bigger boat. Of course, by the time we’d paddled about 2km he was starting to slow down and I was starting to speed up, so our pace levelled out to an uneasy equal!

Turning into Sugar Loaf Bay I guided J-Dogg into Scotts Creek, my anticipated highlight for the morning. Unfortunately an overnight deluge had carried all sorts of rubbish amongst the storm water into the creek, so my once pristine secret was looking pretty dirty. Still, it is a magical place and as we slowly cruised amongst the mangroves and palms, it was hard not to appreciate this little secret spot. A kangaroo breaking cover and hopping alongside us through the scrub just added to the charm.

The J-Dogg on Scotts Creek

Once we left Scotts Creek it was only a few minutes before I spotted the Coffee Boat chugging past in the distance, and not wanting to be deprived of my morning paddle-coffee, I left the J-Dogg behind and put in the big strokes to race after my water-borne caffeine dealer. Fortunately I was able to catch him, so we got to relax on Sugar Loaf Bay sipping skim lattés on the water.

After the coffee I was fired up for a decent paddle, so I led J-Dogg north into Bantry Bay (against a northerly wind). At this stage I started to notice my matey drifting behind me, and was having to slow down every few minutes so he could catch up.  Could it be that J-Dogg had broken the gate a bit hard earlier in the morning *grin*?

J-Dogg "powering" along the shore of Middle harbour. Until he grounded himself on rocks - haha!

After a quick stop in Bantry Bay we realised we needed to get the boats back within 30 minutes so set off for a fast paddle back to The Spit. We set off at a firm pace and cruised back along the Seaforth shoreline, discussing the various merits of house design along this expensive strip, before I took off to sprint the final km or so to the beach in front of Sydney Harbour Kayaks.  A few minutes behind the J-Dogg rolled up on the beach also, looking a little out of breath and somewhat flustered, but in general pretty happy with the experience. All up a nice little morning paddle, made even more fun by doing it with a friend. Cheers! – FP

"Tabasco" the Folbot Cooper, on Sydney Harbour at last

It’s embarrassing to admit this, but last week I forgot that my BD Nanook was still on the roof of my car as I drove into the garage. Imagine my anguished cry as I heard the smashing, tearing sounds as I drove my kayak into the garage-door. Fortunately, other than a few scratches, the kayak was ok. The car itself was also ok. My expensive roof-racks however, could only be described as “smashed”.

The benefit of having a Folbot folding kayak however is that roof-racks aren’t required.  I’d already repaired the damage I did to “Tabasco” in Alaska, so packed her back into her backpack, placed her in the car, and off I went.

Now today was also about acquiring a Greenland paddle and testing it some more for both speed and ease of use. With the help of a GPS unit I took off and put the Folbot and the paddle through their paces, and was again suprised by the results.

Greenland paddle and skin-on-frame kayak. How Inuit!

With a very relaxed paddle-stroke, I was cruising at a little more than 6km/hr.  Considering my composite BD Nanook is even faster, there is easily going to be enough cruising speed for my upcoming 111km paddle on the Hawkesbury. But more importantly was the continued fun I was having with the paddle. With one hand over the end of a blade, you can use it like an extended canoe paddle, and with the length of the paddle a few strokes like this almost fire the kayak out of the water! By using the full length of the paddle, sweeps and steering strokes offer enormous responsiveness. I could swap between paddling low-angle, high-angle and canoe-paddling whenever I felt like it without losing any cruising speed at all. In fact the more I used it, the more I fell in love with this thing.

Loving the greenland/folbot combo!

So now the final test will be the euro vs the Greenland in my BD Nanook, with the GPS to test for cruising speed. Somehow I think the fun of the Greenland is going to win it anyway. 

Paddling into Bantry Bay mist

My addiction to mid-paddle coffee invariably takes me up Middle Harbour to Bantry Bay, a beautiful and quiet bay which most mornings has fine a layer of fog sitting just above the water. On this particular morning, with very cold early conditions, the mist appeared from the distance like a bushfire burning on the water, with high wisps of fog drifitng and swirling in the wind.

At the same time the coffee man was drifting between parked boats and I was keeping an eye on him to make sure I didn’t miss out on my morning coffee. But I felt drawn to the magical fog and slowly paddled into the midst of it, enjoying the hazy sunlight illuminating the shallow water as the mist slowly burnt off under the morning sun.

It’s experiences like this that make early morning kayaking so cool. Get out there!

Shifting mists

Getting closer to the fog...

Sunshine through the mist

What a morning!