Fuerteventura Kite Festival 2025

This year there was a lot of rays in the air, and not only *

From our arrival to the Canary Islands and up to the terrible 2020, I’ve been photographing the Fuerteventura Kite Fest every single year. After 2020 many of my pleasurable routines were broken, same as for many. I was there in 2021 and then there was a gap of three years.

This year, 2025, we all decided to go.

Those are new, at least for me. There was a couple of old ones, bigger but a bit faded after years and years of flying

The festival is held in November, this year’s program could be found here — https://corralejokitefest.com/ There is no guarantee that the site stays the same further on, but generally there never was a problem confirming the dates and sites. The helpfullness of AI tends to confuse things somewhat, so make sure you check out actual webs pages and not the AI summary.

Fuerteventura, traditional post of November

So far, this is probably my favorite kite ever. It was there all these years, I think. I even have it on the cover screen of my laptop. Looks alive, doesn’t it? Like a sandworm, except harmless and beautiful

This November, as every November over the last few years, I flew to Fuerteventura to see the kites flying. I am not sure if the magic of the event works on everybody, but is certainly works on me — the white sand of the dunes, the volcanoes, the proximity of the ocean, and huge colorful objects suspended in the air, casting their shadows — it is all very Dalí-esque, surreal and beautiful.

Fuerteventura, November 2017 - Kite festival and some other things

The octopus keeps turning up every year. He is one of the biggest kites at the festival.

Every year, in November, мы с друзьями ходим в баню I go to Fuerteventura to see the kites. There is a festival in the dunes, and I have covered it already a few times. It started when we were living on the island, and that was when I got hooked.

I missed the year when we were living in Finland, but apart from that I always caught the festival, at least partially.

Sharks are beginning to fly in the morning

Fuerteventuuuuraaaa

Although I wasn’t tough enough to stay on Fuerteventura for more than two years, it keeps calling me back.
I went there in the beginning of November, to photograph the Kite Festival, to visit some familiar places, and to meet old friends. Pure nostalgia, it was.

Don’t really know what to write, apart from some short comments for the photos. Enjoy!