A surprising gust of winter wind had me hauling the kites onto the beach in late June. It had been a while. The summer east winds transform into calming westerlies over the winter months, soothing the sea – great for surfing but useless for kiteboarding. Gear, usually dumped by the door ready to be grabbed at pace gets folded and packed away for a while.

Having not flown for sometime, these surprise re-entries into the sport can be a tad disconcerting and I have to remind myself what to do….I find that the rituals of the set up process help me manage my adrenalin. I don’t like to rush – launching a 9 square power kite in 20 knots of wind, only to find that your safety line isn’t connected can distract from the fun.

My hardcore wingmen find my pace a bit tiresome at times, but they cope;) Being the only girl on the water seems to have created an obligation on their part to ‘keep an eye’, further entrenched by their ongoing need to have rescued either myself or my gear at times during various learning curves. I guess letting me drown just wouldn’t do really… bless them.

A winter kiting session wakes up your stomach muscles. For days after I cringe in pain every time I get a ‘mommy hug’ around the middle.  All worth it.

Wind was never my favourite thing. I have enough noise in my head without the additional distraction. But over the last few years my view has changed….An afternoon of 16-25 knots of steady east is fantastic and because we are not endowed with the regularity of the monsoons, when it does blow all else is put aside because there is no guarantee when it will blow again, no matter what promises…. Kiters completely get this.

Eric taught me to fly. He has given me some cool gifts in our time, but this one is ‘The Bomb’. Hours and hours of commitment and sacrifice. It takes a strong man to drag his wife around by the scruff of her harness along a lagoon bank, tolerating her stream of fear-induced verbal abuse for an extensive period of time while his buds are in the ocean kiting giants along the backline….but them he is one of the best.

Eric Kitesurfing

I am by no means a good kiter but am gradually becoming more competent, braving the water, even when Eric is away- although I do get major support from my backup wing-man also known as ‘High’ 😉 which I do appreciate!

Nowadays when I crash the kite and get dragged back to shore by size swell, gasping for air each time I get hammered by another set pushing me through the impact zone, Eric stands on the beach with his hands in the air and a ‘what are you doing ???’ look on his face – as opposed to rushing into the water to rescue me like before – I have chosen to understand this as progress…I think?!

I am deeply grateful to Eric for taking the time and having the patience to teach me. It has enriched my 40’s immensely in many ways – but it is a shared gift.

He no longer has a wife, waiting at home, frustrated at his long kiting absences, and what to get me for my next birthday? Seriously – no issues there either….

Thanks Baby!

Celebrating Winter Kiting Sessions and Special Gifts – Chintsa June 2013

27 thoughts on “Gift

  1. Thank you.
    This is my first trophy in sports games, and it means a lot to me (a man on his 40’s).
    Every time when I try to give up, it’s faith and passion that keep me going.

    Ocean kiting looks exciting and fun.
    It must be awesome to fly high.
    Of course you makes me laugh that the side effect when you get a mummy hug. ^^

  2. Not having to be rescued IS progress 🙂 What a happy post, I loved the pics and the joy behind the words. I am beyond envious at your abilities, and inherent fitness, oh, stomach muscles & endurance, to kite sale, and your bravery… it looks a bit daunting to me. So true, a wonderful gift from Eric to you, something you can share and also accomplish independently, at the best place in the wordl. the beach 🙂

  3. Wow. You learn something new every day. Exciting read about an exciting sport, with beautiful photographs. (BTW, I’m new to WordPress blogs and I’m not finding navigation all that intuitive, especially when it comes to spotting the ‘like’ and ‘comment’ links, The layout differs so from blog to blog. I can’t find your ‘like button’ anywhere or I’d have ‘liked’ this whole section. I will continue my search, however.)

    • Thanks! Kitesurfing is one of the most exciting things I have ever done. Quite a rush. Your blog looks so interesting. Love the look of your work. Discovered you through Patti of Nylon Daze, one of my favourite bloggers. looking forward to more.

    • Thanks. It is the initial learning curve that is so steep. Once you are over that mountain it is just about trying not to get injured really so that you can keep enjoying the expereince. I think growing up by the sea has also helped but it is actually amazing how many folk out there are taking to the sport – and more and more women apparently 🙂 .

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  5. Hi, do you guys often kitesurf in Chintsa? Or do you know anyone who does? I am going there in the end of February and I am only a beginner in kitesuring so I’d love to get to know someone who I could get in touch with and kite together 🙂 If you have any contacts, please let me know!

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