Winching across South Africa

It is very difficult to find a strating place in this hilly terrain. In addition, all founded ways are surrounded by telegraph lines. Finally, we found a good place. Víťa pulled out almost the whole rope from the standing winch in a strong rising air. Earlier than Vlasta roll the rope up, Víťa is flying his tenth kilometre and before Martin gets ready, his twentieth kilemetre.

It is too strong, we are ending. Víťa carefully fly down to the pisturesque countryside formed of broad valleys and flaggy hils. In the evening we decided to leave it. Well, decided... We are expelled by series of storms - to the sea.

 The following day we have to take care of our Mercedes. He needs it really urgently. Worn-down exhaust could be fixed in an hour. So we are waiting in front of the vehicle service in the early morning, not to lose any single minute of flyable day and we want to get off before midday. But Mercedes has different opinion. He made a puddle in front of the garage and originally planned reparation of the exhaust must be replaced by two-days almost general repair of exhaust tract, cooling system and others. Thank him for keeping fine to here, we rather don't think about troubles which could appear, if he piss the ground somewhere in the desert. We are sadly looking at cumuluses from the workroom. At least we can jump into the waves in the evening.