After nine days of waiting, the wind finally arrives in Essaouira. I’ve never waited so long for wind anywhere. It comes in strong. A cosy 12 in the morning, 15 to 24 knots in the afternoon, gusts well over that. Everything I’ve read is right: The wind is really stubborn. Not as bad as Bavarian lakes, but quite uncomfortable.
The dromedaries stand on the beach. Every now and then a student’s kite bangs into them. Training should actually be forbidden here. The waves are quite heavy, only one metre today, but there are plenty of them. The wind fluctuates slightly by 400% every five seconds. In conditions like these, kitesurfing schools only provide lasting experiences of the third kind. As soon as most of the body drag takes place in the air, there is little safety. (more…)
The Author
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.