Wing foiling in Sardinia

Two weeks of wind, waves, and wing foil madness

We set off in October, heading south across the Alps - the mountains waved goodbye, and the longing for saltwater was real. In Livorno, we kicked things off with a laid-back kitesurfing session before the night ferry set sail for Olbia. The sea was calm, and the anticipation was palpable.

Sardinia welcomed us with sunshine and a solid 25-knot northwest wind. So we headed straight to Puzzu Iddu at Capo Mannu - where, thanks to the full moon, mast-high sets were rolling in as if Poseidon himself had written the forecast. Unfortunately, it was Sunday, and the locals had cornered the lineup like the last pack of pasta at the supermarket.

So, on to Plan B: Mari Ermi. Two-meter waves, a laid-back atmosphere, no jostling for position.

There was a lull in the wind, and we hit the road again - via Dorgali, with a stop at Fuili Agritourismo: Sardinian food, a full moon over the sea, a place to sleep at an altitude of 500 meters...

We headed down the SS125 - Sardinia’s answer to the "Nürburgring Nordschleife" (a winding race track in Germany) - with its countless curves, motorcycles, and elevation changes, all the way to Bari Sardo and Porto Corallo.

At Bellavista Camperservice, I spent two days wing "deluxe" foiling on the 5.5 - all alone on the water, just me, my wing, and a grin that wouldn't go away.

Panificio Marteddu pasta factory in Muravera

After visiting and shopping at the Pastafactory Panificio Marteddu in Muravera, Chia welcomed us with 25-knot winds, moderate waves, and a sea full of kiters, wingers, and windsurfers.

It was Friday - and crowded like hell. The locals were fighting for their right of way like gladiators, small talk was in short supply, and the vibe on the beach was somewhere between "too cool" and "too busy".

Saturday was just as crowded, windy, choppy, and annoying, but starting Sunday, most people trusted the Windfinder forecast and left.

Hehe - the wind held steady; sometimes it’s worth taking a look at the sea instead of blindly trusting the apps ;-)

The next three days in Chia were epic: empty spots, perfect conditions, sessions worth framing. Finally, some space to breathe, wing, and take off.

To wrap things up, we headed to Vignola Mare. Two days of east-northeast winds, sideshore from the right, chest-high waves, and top-notch wing surfing.

At the Tortuga Blue luxury campground, it was a shorter walk from the bed to the surfboard than to the fridge. Sardinia bid us farewell in style.

Two weeks in Sardinia in October 2025 - summer, wind, waves, winding roads, fresh pasta, locals with a bit of an edge, and flamingos in our hearts.

It was awesome. I arrived as a rider, flew as a winger, and left as a sun-kissed wind junkie with sore muscles and a big smile.