Wednesday 31.08.05
    After yesterday's evening party with spicy steaks and following night singing nothing moves at the stadium even at seven o'clock in the morning. Neither the sun shines at half past seven above the eastern ridge as usual because even the oposite side of the stadium can't be seen through heavy morning fog.

    "It blows here like from a mammoth's arse!" an relatively apt SMS message comes from the taking off point down to the stadium. Despite this all pilots are brought up to Kobala hill gradually where organizers decide to wait until the wind calms down.

    "I'll let nobody go down until the task is flown!" Honza Habermann shouts beside an iron gate on the passing route to the taking off point and sends pesimists, poltroons and all doubtful brats back to the taking off point with a help of a long birch branch.

    "It's far too much windy now," somebody values today's meteorological situation and Karel Vrbensky declares at noon a very short task over four cow shit in the grass with a goal beside the fifth one. Nobody will check GPS tracklogs for now but soles of all pilots.

    Neither three Mexican waves, which follow a take-off of two brave pilots shortly before two in the afternoon, have no effect and both of them quickly fly away from a turbulent area in front of the taking off point and departure down to Tolmin valley. The last briefing at three o'clock in the afternoon definitely ends today's lazing at the taking off zone and a free day is claimed.

    "When I count my expenses of one flight hour I must say that Boeing is cheaper," Vlastik Hlousek concludes this sunny afternoon and together with the others drives down the hill while braver pilots unpack their paragliders.