In the last 38 days, I have been on 23 islands covering an area of 1200 by 800 kilometres. I’ve been waiting just as long for wind, currently on the sleepy island of Siquijor. Red and blue starfish, nice cheap accommodation right on the beach, nice people. A tropical storm is approaching, forecast 9 Beaufort. All ferry traffic is cancelled for at least 100 km. It brings downpours, but hardly any wind.
This really is the toughest test of all time. I have a lot of patience. I rarely complain about the fact that I’ve dragged 22kg of my 40kg of luggage with me for nothing. I keep myself busy: with work, people, motorbikes, diving. Just travelling. But that’s enough now. Even all my work is done because there’s never any wind. That’s more than I have to put up with.
I don’t want to work any more. I don’t want to go motorbiking and touring any more. My “waterproof” camera bag destroys the camera within seconds when I’m snorkelling. I don’t want to run any more, I’m not hungry and I don’t fancy a beer. Blogging is annoying, diving is boring and the sunsets are unbearable in their endless succession of hinge-rosiness. I only want one thing: wind! I want to kite!
19:12 My plea has been heard. The fireflies take refuge in the trees and play natural christmas tree. The mosquitoes bite their last supper – 87 bites in one hour. The storm comes in total darkness. Dear Christ Child, my Christmas wish this year: a waterproof residual light amplifier and LED position lights for the kite. Thank you!
Frank Woelky, born in 1973. Kitesurfer since 1998. Since 2006, I have been combining kitesurfing and web design on trips lasting several months off the beaten track.