“Without sunglasses, the glare is blinding. The dunes stretch as far as the eye can see, bleached of almost all colour by the unrelenting sun of the Dry Zone. The horizon has almost disappeared, blurring out as sand and seaspray are whipped up by a wind from Africa. There are no buildings. No habitation. And it is 34˚C at 10am. But all around me, broad grins break across suntanned faces. This is what they are here for. From as far away as Brazil, France, Australia, and Hong Kong, they have come here, to Kalpitiya, to ride the wind.”
— from Wind Riders