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At this point all South African races are unfortunately on hold. We will keep you updated as things change.

2020 ICF CALENDAR REMAINING COMPETITIONS

2020 ICF CALENDAR

2020 ICF MASTERS CANOE SPRINT WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS

2020 ICF CANOE SPRINT NON-OLYMPIC EVENTS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS 2020 ICF CANOE SPRINT OLYMPIC EVENTS WORLD CUP

2020 ICF PARACANOE WORLD CUP

2020 ICF CANOE SLALOM WORLD CUP 1

PLACE INITIAL DATE

CANOE SPRINT UPDATED DATE

TERNOPIL

14-16 August Scheduled Situation review 30 May

SZEGED 10-12 July 23-27 September Postponed to September

PARACANOE

SZEGED

CANOE SLALOM

IVREA X

5-7 June 23-27 September Postponed to September

2020 ICF CANOE SLALOM WORLD CUP 3 LIPTOVSKY MIKULAS 21-23 August CANCELLED

2020 ICF JUNIOR & U23 CANOE SLALOM WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS LJUBLJANA-TACEN 7-12 July 1-6 September Postponed to September Final decision 15 June

2020 ICF CANOE SLALOM NON-OLYMPIC EVENTS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS 2020 ICF CANOE SLALOM WORLD CUP FINAL MARKKLEEBERG 24-27 September 15-18 October (1)

Postponed to October Final decision 30 June

2020 ICF CANOE SLALOM WORLD CUP 4

2020 ICF CANOE SLALOM WORLD CUP 2 PRAGUE 18-20 September 23-25 October (1)

Postponed to October Final decision 30 June

PAU 12-14 June 6-8 November (1) Postponed to October or early November Final decision 30 June (1) ICF preferred date, to be confirmed by the Host Organising Committee / Host National Federation

2020 ICF CANOE POLO WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS

2020 ICF WILDWATER CANOEING WORLD CUP 5 AND FINAL

CANOE POLO

ROME 8-13 September April 2021

WILDWATER CANOEING

LA SEU D URGELL

OCEAN RACING

11-13 September Postponed to April 2021 Dates to be confirmed soon

Scheduled Final decision 30 June

2020 ICF CANOE OCEAN RACING WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS VIANA DO CASTELO 5-6 September

DRAGON BOAT

5-6 September Scheduled

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Updated on 29.05.2020

Radar & Ev inrude

It took Radar a full seven weeks to get into Zoom meetings. My backseat bandido is not well known for adapting to technological innovation, and his trade uses nothing that you will find in a hi-tech catalogue.

He is also a social beast, and loves nothing more than to find an excuse to swing around just after five pm with a cheeky grin, making a beeline for the wine rack in my kitchen, waxing lyrical about the sun being so far past the yardarm that it’s ridiculous. When, after three weeks of the lockdown, his beer and wine stock ran out he started appearing at my gate like a lost stray puppy long before lunchtime, doing a bad job of disguising his intentions to relieve me of some of the stock in my pub.

Then he got stopped at a roadblock by some over-zealous champ from the Defence Force. What started out as Evinrude behaving like a troep on the border on the eighties quickly went south, and he scampered off home scared witless. That’s when our lockdown socialising ended. And things started to get a little tetchy in the Rude household as the lockdown went into week six. And seven.

In one of our daily catch-ups on the phone – he won’t use WhatsApp calls or video or anything like that – Evinrude announced that he had watched a video of a live chat with one of our top paddlers on a Facebook page, and was gushing about how cool it was to link people up as they were all locked

So I unpacked the whole theory behind this technology. I explained that paddlers were linking up in Zoom groups to do daily paddling sessions together. The Drak Challenge even put out a half hour video of paddling down the Valley of a Thousand Rapids to act as distraction or motivation while you are working out at home.

Evinrude had tried paddling in his pool, but that didn’t work well. Mainly because his pool (maybe it should be called a poolette) isn’t long enough to fit his K1. He sawed off the nose and tried to wedge some polystyrene into the cavity while he jumped in to paddle. And it all sank on a messy flotsam of styrene balls and loud obscenities.

And all he wanted was a beer to calm his frayed nerves, and there wasn’t one anywhere in the house.

While his first batch of pineapple beer was fermenting, we had a chat about the Zoom ergo groups. Evinrude has always shunned ergos as we live in a city that doesn’t have a winter and we can paddle year-round. So why would you choose to sit on an aluminium bar and paddle a bladeless paddle while the ropes create a noise like an orchestra playing The Flight of the Bumblebees?

But things were different now. The ergos were starting to look appealing. He spent one night perched on top of the back of his couch watching the Drak video while he “air-paddled”. But that was eventually stopped by Mrs Rude after a second vase went down and he then accidentally scooped a passing cat into the sliding door.

So he was now keen on the ergo. ‘n Boer maak n plan. He cut the blades off a truly knackered set of paddles, so he had the shaft, and the rope he needed. He had a long aluminium beam that, at one stage had held up his carport roof before he drove into it with a minibus loaded with boats going to the Tugela.

The masterstroke was his lawnmower. A vintage two stroke beast that has been gathering dust in the dark recesses of his garage, it has proper wheels on it, not like the modern plastic biscuit jobs you get nowadays, he told me.

By inverting the aluminium bar you created a gutter in which the mower fitted. He bolted on an old cricket bat as a footrest. Added a pulley His wife sent me the video. She sounded terrified. But the video showed Evinrude sitting on top of the mower motor housing, sliding up and down the aluminium track like a rowing machine, while he loudly sang his favourite ACDC songs. The Evinrude ergo was up and running.

He completed a session, and proudly complained about all the aches and pains afterwards.

The next day I got a call for Mrs Rude telling me that Evinrude was being discharged. What happened? Is he OK ?

It turns out that session two was about ten minutes old when one of the wheels came off the lawnmower, and the cast iron chassis ground into the aluminium gutter. Sparks everywhere. Then flame as the petrol in the twenty year old fuel tank caught alight.

Fortunately Evinrude leapt from the contraption, but not before the back of the t-shirt he was wearing caught fire. It set alight the abundant hair that thrives on Evinrudes back, which necessitated some substantial beating with a camp chair by Mrs Rude to put out.

So Evinrude no longer does ergo sessions. He is moping at home with a blistered and hairless back, while Mrs Rude nags him about repainting the garage that got smoked out when the mower died in a ball of petrol flames.

Counting the days to Level 3….