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 techniques required of us and returned to the beach for our debrief. Our final lesson was scheduled for the next morning and we all prayed for wind as otherwise it was going to be a long commute from Kiwengwa...

We had lunch upstairs overlooking the water dotted with colourful kite surfers but it was a drawn out affair as the chefs had to pray because it was a Friday... When the food eventually arrived 2 of the meals were poor relations to how they were described and tasted even worse but the hours wait gave us time to watch the Dutch owner and his combed over sidekick filming each other doing airborne tricks over the moored dhows. Disappointingly none of the acrobatics involved clogs, tulips or windmills.

We speed walked back to Pakachi and made it past the rocky outcrop without the need to wade and returned to our sun loungers where Charlie managed to delay our next accommodation so allowing us to complete the kitesurfing course the next day.

Steve had arranged a traditional BBQ for us for supper and the chef appeared with platters overflowing with grouper, dorado, prawns, octopus, calamari and plenty of extras. We ate ourselves painfully full and returned to our Bandas for a final night.