From April to October, Sardinia's beaches are buzzing. Kite spots are crowded, launches are packed, and almost every session feels like a compromise. But every year, as soon as November arrives, it's like someone presses a big red button.
Click. Silence.
Everyone disappears — and I'm left standing alone on the coast, somewhere remote, with my camper van. That moment is what I love most.

Why I Love the Off Season

Sure, there's usually less wind and you need a thicker wetsuit. But the off season is also the time when old kite dreams finally become possible. No crowds, no pressure, no stress. Just space — for creativity, for risk, and for jumps that simply don't work at busy summer spots.

One of those ideas had been stuck in my head for years: jumping the sand spit at Punta Trettu.

Punta Trettu — My Second Home

For many years now, Punta Trettu has been one of those places I always come back to. Somehow, it feels more like home than most other places in the world. From the very first time I came here, I thought to myself: One day, I'm going to jump this.

The plan was simple: take off on one side of the sand spit, fly across it, and land safely on the other side.

In the off season, the spot looks perfect for it. But normally, it's so crowded that crashing into another kiter would be almost unavoidable. During the season, the jump just makes no sense.

Now, with empty beaches, the timing was finally right.

I walked off the distance — about 34 meters. It quickly became clear that with only 18 to 22 knots, a normal jump wouldn't be enough. There was only one way to make it work: I had to jump forward, not upward. Distance instead of height.
And then it was time to go.

If this got you curious, make sure to check out the film below.

Vanlife Freedom and Spontaneous Stops

After the land-gap session in Punta Trettu, the journey continued — and this is where vanlife really shows its strength. Having everything with you means you can change plans whenever you want.

A quick pizza pit-stop somewhere along the road, then continuing north. In the middle of the night, I decided to pull off near San Teodoro — without having any idea what surprise the next morning would bring.

Wind. Crystal-clear water. A small lagoon I didn't even know existed.
That pretty much demanded a short kite session before moving on.

Porto Pollo and a Dream From the Past

My next stop was Porto Pollo in northern Sardinia — a spot I've always had a love-hate relationship with. During the season, the flat-water side is closed for kiting, while the allowed side is choppy, gusty, and far from inviting.

But in the off season, everything changes.

Many years ago, I saw a video of Sam Light jumping the road here with a kiteloop late backroll. That clip stayed with me. Back then, I promised myself: If I ever get good enough, I want to jump that road too.

The original plan required much more wind — a lot more. Standing there, waiting for a gust that never really came, the jump started to feel more dangerous than fun. So I did two smaller road jumps and then decided, on the spot, to go exploring instead of killing myself with this stupid roadjump.

That's how I ended up discovering Porto Pollo's coastline — surrounded by unreal rock formations. It felt like being on another planet.

Moments like these are exactly why I love traveling this way. Even when a plan doesn't work out, something unexpected often takes its place — and most of the time, it's even better.

This trip reminded me once again why the off season is my favorite time of year to kite:
the quiet,
the freedom,
and the space to chase ideas that don't fit into crowded summer months.

You can't control the wind — but you can choose when and how you show up.
For me, when Europe goes quiet, that's when everything really begins.