Blokarting

Our wire braiding is suddenly interrupted when we're all offered a chance to go blokarting - a type of windsurfing. I'm up for some adventure and in any case it's a welcome break from the wire. Little did I realise what it actually meant.

We head over to a garage and remove what looks like some fairly innocent go karts. Then next come the sails. Massive sails. Only now do I realise how much the wind is blowing - it was just incidental before. But apparently they get plenty of wind out here - otherwise no point trying to ride it! So as they bring out the huge sails they're battling against the wind and keeping them from flying away. We are about to put these onto the go karts and sit on them. Something tells me this is not wise.

There aren't enough karts for us all to go in one trip so Katarina takes the first group. Am I really going to send my daughter off on this contraption? I am nervous and excited. I try hard to calm any nerves I have. I pretend there's no risk as I watch my daughter get blown along sandy track.

She's clearly loving it but all I can keep thinking is WTF. A few minutes ago we were braiding old fence wire and then suddenly out of the blue we are sitting on go karts about to be hurled across the sand by mother nature, voluntarily..