A wind-less weekend of turbo carnage
Key words: Turbo, Kite, Bonfire, Shaved Head, Chickens
Well where to begin…
13 windriders assembled at the INTO car park on Friday evening, prepped with a turbo van, many kites, and a desire to explore the Welsh coastline in the search of the mystical ‘gnar’. After a 2.5hr journey in torrential rain, we arrived at the bunkhouses, welcomed by counterparts from Southampton, Reading and Swansea, the latter of which had the pleasure of sharing our bunkroom.
We wondered down to the bar to ‘unwind’ after a long journey. This unwinding carried on for a few hours (until 4:30am). By the end our bunkhouse was unrecognisable, the singing had subsided and the chickens put back to bed.
This guy wanted a nice new haircut in the early hours
The air horn wakeup call was a very pleasant start which, coupled with a sausage (I think [Disclaimer: may not have contained any real sausage]) sandwich set us up to drive to Swansea Bay in the search of wind.
Dan wearing his teaching helmet
There was a light breeze for the first hour or so which enabled a lucky few to discover their first experience of *radness.
*From Urban Dictionary:
The word "Radness" derived from the word "rad", which in turn derived from the word "radical". This is a 21st generation word, and no mere mortal may speak of such a word in the company of persons who fail to comply with being Rad.
"Hey Johnny, you should try some of this pot I jacked from my granny, this shit is pure radness!"
“Rad”
Max learning the crucial manoeuvres for LEI flying
Sadly the wind dropped very soon after which meant it was time to crank up the SKA speakers and start winching. The 2 DJs must have RSI from all of the 2-stepping and head bopping – in the words of Matt Crumpton, “There was house, I love house”. The winch provided a lot of entertainment with some quality tricks and quality bails. Some guy (Action Man) even used it with his paraglider to get ‘stoked’.
Even Santa had a go
After a day of very little kitesurfing but loads of fun, we repacked the van and turbo cruised back to the bunkhouses to watch the Rugby World Cup Final. Team Exeter excelled by setting up the party room with projector visualizers, the “BEST” DJ booth and SKA décor. Dinner was provided by LNA – a lovely chilli con carne (avec shitloads of sugar bizarrely) which primed us for another night of ‘unwinding’.
Scary stuff!
We partied into the early hours with hands down the best display of dancing I have ever witnessed. The combination of Henry’s erratic shape creating (he even pulled a muscle), Luke’s aggressive head bopping in the nun outfit (Coif flailing behind), and Matt Crump10’s magical love for dirty house music, made for very entertaining viewing.
We also held a limbo contest which Lizzie cleared up in – some guy from Southampton didn’t take the loss particularly well but hey ho. We chilled around the bonfire in between intense dancing sessions before heading back to the bunkhouse party vol.2. See an attendee for further details.
The next morning the air horns sounded, the bacon (facon) baps were distributed and following a rapid tidy/pack up, we headed off to Porthcawl. Sadly there was minimal wind resulting in no official lessons, but our Kite Captain Dan trooped on and utilised our newly acquired landboards with the foils in the light wind.
We nursed our hangovers with some beach-side entertainments and some swelly action in the light surf before hopping back in the cars to cruise back to Exeter.
All in all a very fun weekend. Despite the lack of wind, everyone had a blast partying and the SKA weekend delivered the antics once again.
Fingers crossed for wind at Aussie Kiss!
