Right now, to be honest, nothing interests me more than kiting. My routine until the end of the NE monsoon (end-Feb) will be kiting at the beach all weekend. Sunday was a pretty kick-ass day of winds, as far as Singapore winds go anyway.
Almost crashed into another kiter because I couldn't brake on time, and words came out of my mouth that I never knew existed. Later on, he introduced himself to me. As I reached out to shake his hand, my bikini top came undone. These things cannot be made up. I gave a stranger a free show. I should've exchanged for cash.
I was also kiting towards the bay downwind when the wind died and my kite crashed. My friend RQ was just downwind and his kite crashed too. I heard him scream like a little girl and I peered out trying to figure out if he was alive or getting tangled in lines (or something equally bad. He seemed fine so I just focused on rescuing myself. Later on, I found out that he was being reeled in by a fisherman and his hook (thankfully only caught on his harness). I think the fisherman thought he caught a big one. A mer-man, if you will.
Eventful day. Can't wait till I go out again on Wednesday. Unfortunately, no mysterious stranger. I can always dream. Well, I shall go dream about exquisitely beautiful kiteboarders now. Buenas noches.
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Has anyone told you your blog is hilarious?
Especially the stuff that you cannot make up, like naked Scandinavians at Singapore's Swissotel.... hahaha
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