For those of a certain age, or of a peculiar ability for remembering country and western song titles, consider my twist on: “I fought the kite-and the kite won.”
Well, this is what one deserves for thinking that a bit of windsurfing ability translates to the sport of kite boarding in Zanzibar. True, one might of gotten a whiff of reality prior to plunking down the euros when all the instructors were Nordic Gods. No matter, a few gallons of seawater later, I could see that this is one of those great ideas better left to the grandchildren.
Perfect weather, shallow crystal water, great wind abounds. Like a sky full of colorful butterflies, kites filled the sky. The flattened pancake on the beach was me.
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