The Festival of the Wind
On Sunday, I had the great pleasure of dragging my dad and brother along to annual Festival of the Wind, which is basically a day where people fly lots of cool kites. Unfortunately, we don't actually own a kite so instead we wandered around while I took pictures. It was fantastic.
The festival is also a great time for people to set up stalls and sell stuff, like hand-made clothing, posters, skincare, trinkets and food. (There was a lot of food. Specifically pizza. Did I mention the pizza looked amazing?) Also, for some reason every stall felt the need to play their own music (although I mostly blame the rides) which resulted in ten different songs being played at the same time. (And on that note, we have millions of songs available to us in this day and age. Many, many of them are excellent and we should celebrate the excellentness of those songs. So why do we still insist on playing the Chicken Dance?)
My brother got lost somehow, so I had a nice nap underneath a frangipani tree while we waited. I also got this fantastic sunburn, but I think my pictures were worth it. I had the greatest time standing underneath the giant octopus, feeling like I was on the ocean floor while I looked up at the incredible creatures floating above me. It was surreal, like something in a strange book hidden in the back of the library.
When was the last time you flew a kite?