Angry papa swan; not a pretty sight. He chased me for a good long while for getting too close to his chicks.
Where it all began.
How old is this gum?
The gear doubles as balast when I have no bow paddler.
Welcome to my kitchen - first night out.
You see these sorts of signs all along the river.
One of about 40 dams (wiers?) we had to cross.
A pretty town; I slept it its park.
I saw a few of these giant snails. And many, many slugs.
The slavs do like to drink.
Signs advertising a riverside bar - hard to miss when they're right in the rapids. I stopped here for a much needed beer and sausage.
My first real dam, on the Vlatava. But nothing my trusty wheels can't handle.
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