As yesterday was not a day with big flights and the day before was the one with my best flight and I am only here for two more flying days and everybody is hurrying to get on his way, I start and follow the pack. I see, that they cannot hold the edge of the ridge but trust in my M6, following them and sit on the ground just some minutes later, just like they are. But thats not all. Two lines are broken, the glider has got some small holes, the harness is teared apart some inches, my dawn jacket is loosing its downs on the right arm because I could not avoid landing in thorn bushes, that grow here just to many and it is traffic on the road, so I cannot use it for landing. I pack fast and return to the hotel room. There I fix the lines of the glider, put some gluing fabric on its holes, change my jacket and find out, that my damaged harness still can be used and start once more : two hours late … I fly to the north - today the north looks nicer then ever. Why did I start to south first ? Because everybody flew to the south, I guess … I fly back to the south, but do not even reach km35S, because it´s too late and the upper part of the ridge is completely in the shadow in the meanwhile. Again I land in the valley next to the school, where I had landed twice before, also because of this one ridge corner up there and because of my over enthusiasm in the morning …
