
We trained hard. We trained as often as we could. We were dedicated but not desperate. We were paddling to the Nationals, Dragonboat racing on the big stage. There was an electrifying atmosphere within the group. We laughed a lot. Coach pushed us to another Level 4. L 4 love.

He even brought his friend ‘Bianca’ along for a drag. She is a holy large plastic bucket (be-anchor). No need to chuck her out coach. Probably not a good friend. Thought she was more like Dirty Diana.

Yes, we had a few chuckles whilst boating in pristine nature. This event was supposed to be the climax of my short paddling career. In everyone’s career.

It wasen’t meant to be. Covid decimated our team the week before the National Race weekend. And Petrus washed our excitement down the drain. It was disheartening. I felt sorry for Coach Dave and his wife Christine in particular. They had planned and organized, the time and energy spent. A small Camden Haven group made it to Penrith, ready to go at 06:00 am.

I had been given another opportunity to experience and paddle in a Dragonboat Regatta.

On a much smaller scale, The Kalang River Regatta was held the first weekend in May. May I join?

Held in stunning Urunga, an area I know well. A farm not far.

The weather conditions were perfect for racing. Heavy rains were forecasted for this weekend. They came early and soaked the ground. I walked around barefoot most time. It’s only natural.

16 Dragonboat Clubs were combined for a weekend, competing for medals and honour.

It felt like mini olympics being surrounded by top athletes.

Many knew fellow dragons for years.

‘Dashes’ were up first. A hundred-meter sprint, finished before I started.

Not so much with our next paddle on Saturday afternoon. Quite the opposite, 7.5 kms.

We gave Ballina a good run for their money. It may be the reason they were the fastest team overall.

Well done. Well done to all paddlers.

The sunrise on Sunday morning was simply stunning. Calm and perfect conditions yet again.

The rest of the Camden Haven Dragonboat racers arrived early Sunday morning.

More familiar and happy faces.

Including NSW and Australia’s oldest active paddler at 90 years young. Imagine that?!

The atmosphere lifted. Four of us received earring-sized silver stingrays for our first regatta.

We paddled in various races at the 200-meter mark.

Men and women, Open and Mixed sprints.

Four teams in the dragon boats, four teams ready to go next and four teams on stand-by warming up.

Volunteers by the river edge sent the new fleet off and welcomed them back after the race. Excess water was scooped out to reduce the overall weight of the boat. It was an amazing experience.

I am glad I got to participate in this lively event with my very good friends.

We gave it our best paddle and had fun doing so.

There were pumped-up and happy paddlers all around us. It was a social event just as well.

It was fantastic seeing the boys again, some cheeky and happy faces within.

The same goes for the girls I trained with.

I won’t see them again for a while. Keep paddling.