Bye

Today is transition day. Group one leaves and group two arrives late. There was much celebrating last night at the discos with dancing  until the wee hours.  I opted to rehab my knee and try to get it well ASAP.  Everyone looked like they had truly vacationed this am, and will likely sleep very well on their flights home. 

Rain soaked the umbrellas and rooftops this am and it felt like a refreshing way to bring the first chapter to a close, and start a new one. 

Those staying on for more than one tour are going to the city to shop and look around. I'll probably hobble on down too. 

The weather should improve, so the new group will hopefully feel rested just in time for the flying fun, even if they have to wait a day. Cheers!

WET

The day looked similar to days before but one of the retrieve drivers indicated it was a bit too cloudy. Uh-ohh. 

We got out right on time and headed for the higher launch to avoid the comp and their last day. We were surrounded by clouds on take off but readied ourselves nonetheless. A horse showed interest and joined us for a group photo while there. 

FarmerChris. 

Bradley was off first and found lift out front where te clouds weren't touching the terrain. He would eventually fly back to La Union, followed by John B who landed about half way there. Josh and Arry launched too landing in Roldanillo. I became a passenger for Dawn, who was working on her tandem. We took off just as it began to rain. We flew out in light drizzle, found a climb, still raining, then mad a glide to try and get upwind of the wet.  No dice.

We landed nicely on the edge of Roldanillo and had to cover the gear once more while we waited for yet another sprinkle to stop.  Everything was damp, but we packed up anyway, and walked a few blocks into the town center and had a nice lunch at the favorite chicken spot. 

 We caught a bus back with josh and Arry and had plenty of time to flake out the tandem gear and let it dry before repacking it. 

The wind in the downstairs dining area did a great job and it was ready in no time.

Meanwhile, as we sat by the pool, petting Negrito the hotel dog, the others didn't fair so well up top, crowding into the small shack on launch, after covering gear with plastic bags given to them on the first day for situations such as this. 

Later we found ourselves in the town square, people watching and being watched. In fact, a local news guy rode up on a scooter and asked if I spoke any Spanish.  Moments later he pulls out a small cancorder and starts interviewing me as spokesman for for our group. We are supposed to air at 8 pm the next day on channel 22. Who knew?

My knee still hurts but I plan to hydrogen peroxide it today and stay on top of it. 

All good.  Cheers!