It was not a good night's sleep and Charlie's investigation of rustling in the early hours of the morning was rewarded by a monster rat which joined him on a trip to the bathroom. How he kept this a secret from Hattie I don't know but needless to say it was decided that we were moving on before Moreno announced that we had to pay extra for breakfast. After stealing the nextdoor hotel's wifi to inform the Italian owners of our dissatisfaction and to research wher...

We woke to a concerningly still morning and the wind showed no sign of developing whilst we had breakfast and paid the bill, ingeniously using PayPal because as expected the card machine did not want to play ball. We stockpiled our bags in the bar for the taxi to pick up later and started our final pilgrimage up the beach towards an equally windless looking Paje. George greeted us with a more positive outlook than we had expected so we settled into the shady ham...

The wind did as promised and blew up for us as we power walked out morning route along the beach to meet George and we were soon flying our monstrous kites out into the tidal lagoon. The wind was a bit flukey but in our pairs we managed to control the awesome power harnessed by the colourful canopies above us and soon they felt like unruly extensions of our arms. After numerous large volume salt water sinus irrigations we all mastered the variety of body dragging...

I persuaded my legs to take me a little further on my morning run as the sun battled through the low, dense clouds which had amassed overnight. Having polished off an early breakfast we remained surprisingly dry for our walk up the beach though the wind proved fickle and although heavy rain clouds flew across the sky the wind at ground level dropped away to nothing as we arrived at the kite centre. George remained positive and we chilled out at Mr. Kahawa's cafe...

I finally managed to execute my long awaited morning run, and whilst it only lasted half an hour it did give me a great view of the sun climbing through the cloud banks over the sea whilst trying to negotiate the herd of cows which had taken up residence in the sand outside our hotel. After breakfast we walked up to the kite centre and met our enthusiastic Aussie instructor George. He took us through basic kite skills, rigging, packing away and before long we we...