We transferred to Schmilka a stone's throw from the Czech border. From there we returned to Dresden, where all the tents were still waiting. 44 km.
Never before have we paddled that far in one day. And honestly, we could have done w/o the final 3 or 4 km. Peter was acting from hip to toe and my arms were weak as a baby.
It was a nice tour. We were just bone-tired .
A bit strange is that the lifeguard is going to be with us all the time. But then, if they fancy tagging along...
Unfortunately not everyone is actually wearing their flotation-device and despite all the warning one managed to collide with a buoy - luckily he did not capsize.
All arrived in great mood.
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