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Christian's Little Jaunt
Has anyone who's reading this tried kitesurfing? I thought it was going to be pretty straightforward - stand on the board, let the kite take the strain, lean back and away you go.
No. Anyway, we picked Fuzz up en route to Byron Bay, and have just spent a drunken 3 nights (well, the first one was a hoon, falling off tables, B52s etc, then we were knackered and took it easy. Rock n roll is alive and kicking!) listening to the sea by the campsite. The novelty of listening to the big blue while you drop off then hearing it again when you wake up is a good one, not sure it's one I'm going to get bored of anytime soon.
Back to kitesurfing. All 3 of us spent 3 hours day before yesterday wrestling with various sizes of kites, urged on by the instructor Jason "ya don't know what you're doin, see what I'm saaaaaaaying?!" Hmm, thanks mate. Anyhow, after a body-dragging session at the end which consists of you steering the kite while skimming the water on your tum and swallowing half the south pacific and numerous jellyfish, we were all pretty gee'd up at how excellent we were. "So then, on the boards tomorrow" we smugly thought. So yesterday Abi and me went back for more, and were given more powerful kites to fly. Christ. The wind felt like Hurricane Derek or whatever the most recent one was called, and the kites are not your average la-la-la on a breezy day in the park. Oh no. Abi reckons that she was lifted up from the beach about 3 miles, I'm thinking about 6 feet, and then the wind dropped and the kite decided to dump her back on the beach. Head first. Then my kite thought it was fun to nose dive into the beach, look as though it was beaten, and then without warning catch an almighty gust and shoot upwards again, pulling me forwards at mach 9. Bearing in mind these things are 4 metres wide, and tethered to you, there's nothing you can do but go with it. Face first along the beach.
Jason then saunters over - "what the bl**** hell are you dooooin maaaate?." I'm trying to control the thing mate. So eventually got on the board with virtually zero success of staying on it more than half a nanosecond. We're battered and bruised now, Abi with yet another sporting injury (remember the purple and blue posterior episode in Cardrona?) and me with pride the size of a mosquito's kneecap.
Off up the coast now, via Nimbin, Ipswich (the only other one in the world), Brisbane then onto Fraser Island.
Hope you and yours are tickety boo, speak soon gang. C. x
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