Excitement is the feeling all kitesurfers look for. But you can also get lost in that excitement. And when you are lost, you might need someone to find you.
Usually, I get excited about life very easily. Plus, I practice, in my opinion, one of the most exciting sports ever— kitesurfing… so once I got lost, very lost.
When I moved to Barbados, I pretty much forgot everything I learned during my kitesurfing lessons in Spain. But I had my gear and most importantly, all the motivation in the world to become an independent rider. And learning to kite in Barbados is very fun but not easy. Anyways, every weekend, I would go to a spot called Long Beach. From a beginner’s perspective, this is the beach with the biggest shore break ever. There is a lot of current but more than a kilometer to allow for mistakes going downwind.
I was there every week practicing and practicing. I could water start but I had no idea about how to relaunch the kite or ride without crashing every two seconds. My kiting partner used to whistle to let me know when it was time to turn and come back. My golden ride was about to come. One fantastic day, I started riding as fast as I could, and when I was kiting for more than 20 seconds without falling, I got so excited that I started flying towards heaven or to another dimension I still don’t know.
The excitement invaded my body and my soul and I lost my senses. And when I say I lost my senses, I mean I lost all of them. I entered in an “I don’t have a brain any more” and “my body is here but not me” state of mind until somehow I crashed my kite in the water and instantaneously returned to the real world. At this point, my kiting partner already ran down the stretch of beach and swam out a thousand kilometers to rescue me. He was swimming behind me, trying to catch me and stop me from being dragged down the coast (thanks God there is a reason why the beach is called Long Beach). I remember laughing while extending my arm and my board to my friend so he could reach me. I would never have thought about activating the quick release at this point, but he managed to reach me and help me get to shore. He was not laughing with me.
I only realized how far we were from my starting point, during the 10-minute walk back to our bags. I could never explain where my brain went during my first long and amazing ride.
Tip: You can lose your senses but at least keep one, just in case. And always make sure there’s someone at the beach ready to do a triathlon or whatever is needed to rescue you.