By Ros Lawarence

Wednesday the 18th started with an early morning whitewater session on Troja, Prague. As we dragged ourselves to the water's edge at six in the morning, we passed Zlatan on his way back from a one hour run… Machine!

First breakfast at the boathouse wasn't enough for some people so we followed up with pancakes, blueberries and Nutella. mmmmmmmm…

Only an hour later than we had intended, we set off for Augsburg, nearly leaving Ros's boat behind, but no big deal. The team divided into two groups for the journey, one smelly (Jono and Ben), the other not.

At the Czech/German border, Gage realized he hadn't retrieved his passport from his bag. We stopped in an innocent-looking, unused lane on the highway, a few metres from the border and Sam decided to take a pee in the bushes. The border patrol weren't too pleased with this. Ordering Sam and Geoff out of the driver's seats, a policeman let rip:
'Are you crazy? I don't know how it is in Australia but here we do not stop in ze middle of ze highway and urinate in ze bushes!'
After threatening to fine us Geoff and Sam's profuse apologies seemed to do the trick, and we were let loose into Germany.

We arrived in Augsburg in time for a play session on the second canal, not quite as exciting as the Eiskanal, but just enough to whet our appetites. Speaking of appetites, for dinner we all sated ours at Joe Pena's Mexican restaurant (pronounced Yo Penis). Delicious and nutritious fajitas all round resulted in the whole team having Preg-bellies. First prize in the eating competition went to Scott Guinea. Onya mate.

A special mention goes to Billy the Blow up Kangaroo, who managed to survive most of the drive on the Autobahn taped to the roof of the van.

Cheers for now !!!!!