


Yesterday I went to the annual Cape Town International Kite Festival, organised by Cape Mental Health at Youngsfield Military Base in Ottery. What a fantastic time I had. I was in my element.
I’ve always loved flying kites, ever since I was a child. I remember making my own kites and flying them on Clovelly Beach in Cape Town. Later, when I was living in Randburg, I always had a kite ready for the windy months of August, when I enjoyed many hours flying it. Years ago, I also bought a beautiful kite for my son and daughter, which we used to fly together. I bought it in Kalk Bay while we were still living in Randburg.
I don’t know exactly what it is about kites that appeals to me so much. Perhaps it’s the colour against the blue sky, the interesting shapes or the sheer delight of watching a kite ride the wind and climb into the thermals. Once it’s airborne, it almost seems to develop a personality of its own, responding to the wind as you control it with a long string.
Whatever the attraction, I was in my element yesterday.
A carnival of colour and humanity
The festival was a wonderful spectacle. There were food stalls, craft and gift stalls, children’s rides and all the activity you’d expect at a carnival.
Coca-Cola had a large truck, with a woman standing on a stage throwing sweets to the children, many of whom arrived in droves. You could see the joy and enthusiasm on their faces. For many of these youngsters, it was clearly a very special outing, and one that would probably remain in their memories for a long time.
There were some scary-looking rides, too. Little cars went round and round, while the Mexican Hat spun its passengers about. Another contraption swirled and turned in a way that made my stomach churn just watching it. Count me out of that sort of entertainment!
Thank goodness the wind eventually picked up. This is Cape Town, after all, and a kite festival without wind would be a rather frustrating affair. The wind had eased overnight, and I imagine there were a few anxious participants wondering whether it would return. Fortunately, it did.
Even better, we had glorious sunshine. Cape Town has endured weeks of cold, wintry weather, so it was a pleasure to be outdoors in the warmth, surrounded by people enjoying themselves.
The food was part of the attraction. Parents were buying packets of chips, hamburgers, those amusing spiral-cut potatoes served on sticks, calamari, fish and all sorts of sweets and treats, including koeksisters. There was plenty to keep everyone happy, and the parents seemed to be enjoying the occasion almost as much as their children.
And everywhere you looked, children were flying kites. There were inexpensive kites available to buy, and the sky was filled with a colourful frenzy of them. It was a delight to see so many youngsters discovering the simple pleasure of getting a kite airborne.
International kite-flyers
Away from the carnival atmosphere was a more specialised area where international participants and members of the Western Cape Kite Flying Association gathered to fly their kites.
It was a much more relaxed scene. Some people sat in their camping chairs, sipping cold beers or cool drinks, while others concentrated on their kites. I noticed French children who had come with their parents, flying smaller kites that were beautiful in their own right.
I spoke to a man involved in Cape Mental Health’s transport arrangements for the festival, including the international visitors. He told me that participants had come from Germany, France and Austria, among other countries.
He also mentioned the price of some of the more elaborate kites. One, he said, cost around €7,000. Imagine spending that sort of money on a kite!
It gave me a glimpse of the serious side of what might otherwise appear to be a simple childhood pastime. For some people, kite-flying is an art form, a technical challenge and a passion that takes them around the world.
An event that brings people together
The man also told me about the festival’s previous venues. It had been held around Lakeside and Muizenberg in the past, but security concerns had contributed to the move to Youngsfield.
It would be wonderful to see an event like this held on a beach again. Muizenberg’s Surfers Corner might eventually be an option, once the redevelopment work has settled down. Long Beach at Kommetjie is another possibility, although there are practical considerations to take into account.
Youngsfield, however, is an excellent venue. It is centrally situated and draws people from neighbouring communities, including many who might not otherwise have the opportunity to attend an event of this kind.
The organisation was impeccable. It was as good as anything you’d expect at a major corporate function. There was ample parking, the admission charges were reasonable, and security personnel were on hand around the perimeter and near the parked cars. Everything seemed well managed, and I saw no unpleasant incidents.
What I enjoyed most, though, was the atmosphere.
There is something special about going to a festival where people mill about, queue for rides, buy food, chat to one another and watch kites filling the sky. Young and old, people from different backgrounds and communities, all gathered in one place to enjoy themselves.
It was a celebration of colour and humanity, and yesterday the weather added the finishing touch.
More than just a kite festival
There is also a deeper purpose behind the event.
The Cape Town International Kite Festival began in 1994 and has become established as Africa’s oldest kite festival. Organised by Cape Mental Health, it uses the uplifting spectacle of kites in the sky to raise awareness of mental health and challenge the stigma surrounding mental illness.
The festival also raises funds for the organisation’s work supporting people with mental health challenges, including children and adults in under-resourced communities. It combines entertainment with a worthwhile social purpose, bringing people together while helping to sustain essential community services.
That makes the occasion all the more meaningful.
For me, however, yesterday was also a reminder of the simple pleasures that can stay with us throughout our lives. I may have grown older, but put me in a field filled with colourful kites, a decent breeze and people enjoying themselves, and I’m as happy as a child.
Hats off to Cape Mental Health and everyone involved in organising such a superb event. I look forward to going again.










