Paddled down the Vltava. Raft flipped at fall at very end. Casualties: G9, one 4 GB SD, the day's pictures. O_o
It's an unfair summary though because it focuses on the traumatic end. Minus that, the day was absolutely perfect.
It started with a sunny, mildly warm day for us to take a raft calmly down the Vltava. Usually the boats start by going around the old town before proceeding further down the Vltava, but they're doing some work on the river portion around the old town so it looked like we might not be able to start at that usual spot. Actually, the construction was supposed to have been completed by yesterday, but they're a couple of days late. When K and I went to check out the portion of the river being worked, it did indeed look blocked off by the tractors clearing excess silt from the river. All the rafts we saw would get to that portion, stop, and then drag their boats onto shore, adding to the many boats already laying on the shore. It was quite a sight to see all the boats lined up (I took a picture of it, but...).
We waited for a while and then saw the tractors move off a little and a couple of boats pass through the section, at which point we returned to the raft rental place ^-^
Actually, we checked out one other spot first. The boat rental guy said this was the "dangerous" spot, with a small slide/fall (a couple feet) that might cause trouble for the inexperienced, another reason why he suggested us starting after the section-under-work. We watched a few rafts and canoes pass through the spot and decided, yes, we would do it. And we did! Quite successfully, with K getting slightly wet. Even though I sat in the front, I was less wet ^-^
The rest of our four or so hours was mostly calm. Is there a Class 1 level? If so, this would probably be it. Interestingly, every else we saw on the river was Czech! Where are all the non-Czech tourists? We felt quite special ^o^ Everyone was really friendly, too, shouting 'ahoy' to the other boats.
A quarter of the way from the end, we stopped at a little eatery on the shore to eat some yummy palacinka, "pancakes", jam rolled up in crepes and sprinkled with powdered sugar.
Our original 'itinerary' was to stop off right before the fall at the end of our intended path. But, at last minute, having been successful at our fall at the start and seeing all the other boats proceeding down this fall, I said "let's do it", not thinking the decision through. The camera was still out, in a Ziploc bag, tucked under my jacket (not in the waterproof barrel!). We went in crooked, needing to push off the wall to straighten our raft. It was exciting and fun! Until we splashed at the bottom and somehow tipped. A couple of people on the side helped to keep our boat and waterproof barrel from continuing further down the river.
Soaked. Camera lost. At least the sun was out so we didn't freeze.
And eventually the van from our boat rental place arrived, a little later than scheduled.
I had actually thought through the whole "what if" scenario of losing the camera quite carefully in the morning. I'd emptied the SD card and deliberated about which camera to take. The G9 was past its prime, suffering from a dust spot that would surely increase into more dust spots (like our old G7). I could make do with our SX-200, I thought.
I miss the G9. It was my fault. I was traumatized.
But K has the right take on it... at least we're both ok. We could have hit our heads or hurt some other part of ourselves on the rocks. I could have infected my bus accident wound. I could have hurt my knee even more. Instead, we lost a camera. And we have another one, SX-200, bought immediately after it was released, the week before our trip.
Onward. ^-^...?









