It was all going right until it all went wrong.
There had been some close calls, but so far I had managed to avoid falling into the tea brown depths of the Avon River.
But this was it, I was going in.
The kayak was listing to the left and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Time slowed and then I was fully submerged in Christchurch's main river.
It was cold and dark. I slipped out of my kayak like a newborn and burst to the surface, gasping in shock at the cold.
And then I started laughing. Standing up to my knees in water near where the river curves beneath Barbadoes St in the Christchurch city centre.
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