Bournemouth

The sea and its beach are not new to me. I still remember clearly the day i went out to the marina by myself, feeling bored, joined a group of volleyball players for a hour's play. It was not the usual volleyball net. It was a smaller one and i could spike really hard and fast. It was the gang of anbu, shridhar, saeed and other friends. That was in 1998. Ten years back. I got very used to the sea and its salty wind. My contacts spread out to other groups which played regularly during the weekends and the association was very very good. Those years were fulfilling. I, ofcourse, remained very slim all the while :)
But never have i ventured deep into the sea anytime. Not even ten metres !
But things were not to be the same. I went to Bournemouth last friday, 23rd aug, 2 days back. The beaches were not that huge but there were kayaks available at 5£ for half-an-hour. I was never hesitant, surprisingly. While other friends chose to play with a sponge ball in the ice cold waters, me and another friend of mine went for kayaking. It was good fun, rowing against the sea waves. Except for a single moment of jerk where i was about to overturn the kayak. A time when the huge sea turned into a fun filled large sized swimming pool :)

After a game of golf, mini-golf actually, at the park, i went alone for a hot-air ballon ride. It was a great sight from the top. The poole beach could be seen and the mountains et al. But the air was very cold at the top, so cold that my teeth started chattering and my body became shaky. How does it feel if you are flown along with a kite. The same sort of experience, hanging from a thread :)

Fun filled saturday.