Mothers and Goddesses

A young man was in pain. A vertical crack had developed through the enamel of his lower left canine, exposing the dentine tubules. The tooth hurt really badly and it drove him crazy; every folk cure failed, his fervent prayers (to Mother Goddess?) were unanswered – so his mother (who else?) finally took him to … Read more

First Relaxing Kite Flying Session of the Spring

Winter is hard to kiters. It’s cold. And it’s wet. And the sun disappears at 4 PM. India comes to help, and we spend a sizeable chunk of the darkest month, January, in hot and sunny Gujarat (and other fantastic places). But winter means waiting. Waiting for the sun, for the first yellow flowers, for … Read more

A Fight Above the Ancient Walls

A hill – a defensive position par excellence. A fierce wind. A grove of hungry trees. Who in their right mind would go to fly a kite from a steep hill deep inside a valley, where the winds are blowing from all directions all at once? Well, we did. Because there is a church on … Read more

When the skies are grey …

This is written, at list partially, in response to a question Paul Burton posted in a kite aerial photography group: “(…) taking pictures on auto seems ok in bright light but a little less good in dull cloudy situations. Can anyone recommend some settings for better pictures in the low light, many thanks …” There … Read more

Impostor Syndrome: IKF Mangalore 2025

Why us? The Mangalore kite team invited a truckload of kite legends to their festival. Kosta. Bob. Andreas. Andres. Antonio. Axel. Jan. Claire and Dave. Sandra and Guilherme. Team Magnetik from Greece. Raymond, who drove his bike all the way down from Mumbai. The trio of fantastic Indonesians. And the Indian masters: Hanna, Rauf, Ashok, … Read more

Gujarat, Recurring

A huge problem the author had with this piece: how to write it without veering into pathos? When it became clear it is impossible, it was a bit easier. How could one write about friends and not get emotional? On the first night people from all over the world were dropping in one by one … Read more

Gujarat, Distilled

“It’s the alternator.” These are not the words you want to hear in the middle of the night on a remote stretch of a highway near Middle of Nowhere, Gujarat. “Please sir, help – push the bus off the road, ok?” So we did – it wasn’t even our bus, as Manoj would never let … Read more

A Winter Fairytale

The weather forecast was perfect. The wind direction was perfect, leading the kite directly over a remote and elusive target. The wind forecast was beyond perfect – so much we packed the Royal 69 sled, as there were threats of gusts over 60 km/h. But alas, the meteorologists screwed us yet again. The wind never … Read more