junglist said...
Is WA gonna **** me up?
Interesting question. I can't begin to guess what's behind the asterisks, but let's imagine for a minute it's 'mess', which has the right number of letters. Is WA going to mess me up?
Possibly. It messed me up. I don't know what I was expecting when I first got here in 2004, but coming from Townsville I couldn't imagine a kite size with less than two digits. Everyone's main kite here is a 7 or a 9. Almost everyone's anyway.
On a standard seabreeze day the wind pulls through at a solid 20 knots. Then it does the same the next day. Then the next. Sometimes it goes for seven days straight. On these afternoons the sky is clear, the water a unique shade of turquoise I've not seen elsewhere, and the air is somewhere in the twenties. You can leave the office at five and be on the water by six, kite for a solid two hours before the sun sets into the ocean, then pack up watching the sky darken down to Rottnest over a cold beer out of the esky.
I left it for a couple of years, having adventures like Caine from 'Kung Fu', before deciding that Perth was the place I wanted to come back to promptly did so. This time with a view to staying long term. This is now my third Summer since getting back, and the kiting here just doesn't cease to amaze.
Yesterday graceful and I got in two solid sessions at Wedge then a session at Lancelin on the way home. The wind would have been 20 knots by about midday, and through the course of the afternoon we smashed flatwater, beach breaks and several reef bombies until we could barely move.
Not that sessions like that don't occur in other parts of the world, but they just seem to occur here much more often.
So WA has messed me up, it has driven me to leave my family behind and all my old friends, which they are not impressed about, but it's just too good here.
Was that what you were asking?
