Its astonishing how beautiful and how perfect this place is for Kite surfing, plenty of wind, a very long fetch back into the Agean Sea, next stop Kos. All the wind and regrettable plastic is funnelled down to the bay and so the beach displays a bittersweet windswept beauty cloaked in laminated fallen trees and a rippled sand dappled with muted colour.
I’d take it up, Kite surfing, but for a few issues outlined:
- I’m too stiff in the morning and feel like I need a thorough oiling to get going
- I’m skint
- I don’t live here
- I am easily cool enough to fit in here without too much awkwardness around the effortlessly cool folk