There are not many things that I can relate to that begin with K. So I am just going to whip up what I know of and see how it flows!
Back in the days of school, I got involved in powerkiting, thanks to some lovely young lads who would tie me on to a 6 metre kite and watch me fly away. It used to be something that always came up in conversation, we would head out to Brighton and watch the kitesurfing contests, there were times of ridiculousness when ideas popped up, like getting an oil tray or a skim board and go snowkiting across the golf course! There were times we sent the 6 metre up in gail force winds and watched others ploughing through the boggy rugby fields. To this day, I live with the knowledge and the skill it takes to powerkite. When I came to New Zealand, I remember travelling down to Tauranga with my family and watching the kitesurfers, one of which crashed his kite on the sand and looked lost with no one around to help. At this point I plucked up the courage to walk over to the person, who turned out to be a fine looking young kiwi boy, and I asked if he needed help. With suprise he realised I had the know-how to launch his 15 metre kite! I walked away feeling very proud of myself! So I write this blog of gratitude to the knowledge and skills I picked up from my kiting days with Mike and friends. I continue to powerkite with my wee 3 metre beast, and there are days I miss taking those roadtrips out to the beach specifically to find wind!
The picture was taken out at Pakiri Beach, about half hour from my parents place. It's such an awesome beach with beautiful views and almost always on shore wind! :) Plus it's soft on your bum when you get dragged!
