Kitesoul Magazine #12 English Edition

grab the small kites, our boards and run down to
the beach. The smell of sunscreen and salt, wind
in our hair, foot prints in the sand… the excitement
bubbles inside me for the day ahead.
We end up spending all day at the beach, except
for short intervals for pasta lunch that Anna and
Vlora made for us, a quick espresso and some
more sunscreen. We only come home when the
great golden orb disappears over the edge of the
ocean. South Africa is known for its beautiful sunsets,
the Scarbarian mountains and ocean like a
frame for this daily masterpiece. But I have to say
it’s even more epic off shore, from the cool water
with a colourful kite in your hand.
Last summer Roberto and Vlora renovated an old
wooden house with perfect views. Standing on
the beach facing balcony, you can see a few hundred
metres away the red dirt of a small car park,
dry green bushes, contrasting against a wide
strip of white sand, then the seemingly endless
ocean, perfectly parallel to each other. On the left
of the house, mountainous National Park where
you can sometimes spot a Blesbok and even the
odd zebra. On the right, half burnt mountains
that most days seem to be producing a rolling,
magical mist. The mist begins at the low clouds
above the mountain peak, all the way down to
the cold, blue ocean below. Svetlana and I nodded
in agreement while sitting on that balcony
that we were in paradise. As we silently watched
the waves, mindful of the scenery around us, neither
of us could really comprehend how lucky we
really are.
Svetlana is grabbing her ”baby” (the camera). She
arrived just three days ago from the freezing winter
in Russia, still acclimatizing to the ever perfect
summer here. Just as I did only one week ago, sit-