During our time in the Tuamotus we learned how to cook a number of things in the fire that we hadn’t cooked in a fire before like breadfruit and bread. Although by no means an expert, we have successfully made “stick bread” once and as promised, here is the process. Let us know how it goes if you try it.

Make any bread recipe that has some oil in it and add some herbs. Let it rise once. Make a fire. Cut some sticks. Take a bit of dough and roll it out into a long snake. Wrap the snake around a stick. Arrange the sticks over the fire, close enough that the bread rises and starts cooking but not close enough to brown. When the bread has risen, move it closer to the fire so it cooks and browns. Try not to burn it or cook it too fast or the outside will be done but the inside will be doughy. The bread is done when it feels hollow when tapped, just as in a bread pan.

EXTRA: A tasty way to use the bread is to cut the stick bread in half to remove it from the stick. Then, brush the stick with New Zealand canned butter and top it with a couple forkfuls of hot, freshly caught fish, that you cooked in foil in the fire. A full meal from the fire.

Here is a bread recipe that we used:

• Proof 5 tsp of yeast and 1 tsp of sugar in 2 cups of warm (not hot) water.
• Mix 5.5 cups of flour, 1 tbsp salt.
• Add 1/3 cup of oil to the water/yeast mixture and then add it to the flour mixture.
• Rise to double and then add 2 tbsp of Herbs de Provence (asiago cheese is also tasty – I add more thant 2tbsp if using asiago).
• You can also cook this bread in the oven at 450F for about 12min.

I know, I know. I have done a lot of photo-only posts from French Polynesia…but if any place that we have visited so far deserves some photo time, it is here. Man oh man we love this place.

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On the ocean in four separate countries, over the course of 21 months, I have spent many days, shed not a few tears and swallowed my fair share of salt water in order to learn to ride back and forth on a kiteboard.

Kiting was not easy for me to learn and I have never struggled so hard and persevered for so long just to master the most basic of skills in a sport. I have learned and enjoyed sports that I initially feared (climbing and heights) and even though kiting was a bit frightening at first I didn’t expect to struggle with my fear for so long. I have learned physical activities that I had absolutely no background in (swing dancing) and so I didn’t expect my lack of board sports background to pose such a challenge.

In short, I didn’t expect to spend so long sucking. Just being able to ride back and forth, stay upwind, and make 50% of my turns is a sweet, long sought after thrill.

Kiting is one of those sports where you can spend a long time in the learning process without actually “doing it”. First you learn to fly the kite on the beach. Then you take the kite in the water and let it drag your body around. Then you take the board and the kite into the water and use the power of the kite to come out of the water and ride across the top of it. Until I was able to ride back and forth, I didn’t feel like I was actually kiteboarding or that I was a real kiteboarder.

A friend was joking that Carol and I were “rad” kiteboarders and I explained that although you might call me “brave” or “persistent”, I certainly hadn’t reached “rad” yet.

In other sports, you may suck, but at least you are actually engaging in the sport from the start. When I learned to climb, I could climb easy routes on the first day. The first day that I tried snowboarding, although I sucked, I was at least standing on top of the board (mostly) and sliding down a mountain. Even though I was not good, I was doing it. I first flew a kiteboarding kite in Bahrain in 2010. I didn’t kite again until July 2011 when I took lessons in San Francisco. I didn’t learn to stand up on the kiteboard until my third country, Mexico, where I spent several days a week for three weeks trying to do so. I wasn’t able to ride back and forth consistently until Bora Bora despite a week on the water in the Tuamotus and I just learned to stay upwind in Maupiti.

Why did I push through and stick with it? Even early on when I was afraid, I had glimpses of  the thrill of it and I knew how much I would enjoy it after it clicked. Particularly now when we are gliding across clear water, startling sting rays underneath our boards, and I have enough extra brain cells to ride, fly the kite AND watch the stunning scenery pass by. Plus, I need a sport I can do with the boat, with my husband who has been my activity partner since we met, and which gives me that wonderful exhausted, soaked in the outdoors feeling.

I need another week on the water and then I plan to start eating salt water on a daily basis again…but this time because I’m learning how to jump. ((Our kite beach, near our boat, below))

A big kudos to my fantastic husband who has spent this entire learning process as my “support and gear” team, doing whatever he could possibly do to make it possible for me to focus on learning to ride. He took over gear prep, gear put away, rescued me numerous times in the dinghy when I drifted too far away, and generally is the reason I was able to keep at it for long enough to get it.