It’s a Tuesday morning. I’m at work, sipping coffee, trying to ignore the shockingly loud siren that is sounding all across the airport. No one seems to know why there is a loud siren, and I don’t see any sign of fire, so perhaps they are just testing it. The truth is, we will probably never know because it is not the Chinese way to ask about things that are not necessarily their business.
This weekend we spent an afternoon trying to fly a kite. Not just any kite, as you can see in the picture, but a huge kite meant for pulling people on skis, snowboard or a skateboard. When the DH is not flying airplanes, this is how he likes to spend his time.
The DH launching the kite into the air.
(sometimes you have to do that if there is very little wind.)
Flying the kite in a field at Linyi Normal University
The DH teaching friend D. how to fly the kite
There was not enough wind to properly fly the kite, so we will have to try again another day.
Back in Canada, the DH used to wake up early on Winter Saturday mornings, have coffee at the local coffee shop, and then drive up to a small frozen bay on Lake Simcoe. There he would meet up with a bunch of crazy Canadians to go kite-skiing – letting the kite pull you along the ice on skis or a snowboard.
Sometimes the whole lake was covered with kites
Solitude – The DH kite-skiing alone just before sunset
The ice was so thick you could just drive right onto the lake
Crazy, but fun. The DH wants to go to Vietnam to try this on the water – kite-surfing. (Interesting factoid – most of the people kite-skiing/boarding in Canada were in the age range of 30-60.)
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thanks for dropping by my blog! I still can’t believe you know the guy on the picture from Kensington… what a small world!