22nd August, Babadag
This was my second flight from
Babadag this holiday. The first flight on the 19
th was uneventful. I had hopes of flying cross country to dad's across the valley, but the conditions were totally unsuited. I was there on the 1700m take-off at 11.30am, all kitted up with fleece and flying suit, sweating. I waited and waited (annoying the tandem pilots), and when I finally took off, I just sank and sank and sank. I glided across
Olu Deniz, revisiting the newly bulldozed take-off that I'd flown from with John Young a couple of months back. Absolutely nothing.
Today's flight was much better. Once again - although there were a couple of guys
thermalling several hundred meters above the hill on the truck drive up (I was lying on the truck roof:) - once I was in the air it was all shutting down. I'm pretty sure that in these humid conditions, the best time to thermal at
Babadag is in the late morning - say between 10-12am. After this time the sea breeze kills everything. Certainly seemed that way. I did thermal up 300m or so to over 2000m, straight from take-off, but at this height you got pinned down. The wind was quite strong, and the thermals were disorganized at all heights. There were frequent blasts of turbulence. At around 200m
ATO, I had - and this was new - a cascade of collapses. First an asymmetric - wing somewhere far behind me. I expected it to surge forward and recover, but it didn't. It crossed my mind that I'd stalled the wing now. Then a surge, this time with the left tip cravatted! I was trying to pump it out and damp the dive at the same time. It all seemed like it was happening in slow motion. I was facing the ridge, above the 1700m take-off. I thought 'this is a cravat and it could be serious' as I
gauged my distance fro the ridge. Then it released and I got a massive surge which I damped and then swung under, perhaps with 50-70m clearance.
So height is important in these conditions on my new wing. I spent the next 20 minutes or so continuing with my wrestling the air along the ridge between the 1700m take off and the top, not wanting to give up. Good practice, but also fairly dangerous on a 2-3. It wasn't working - no one was climbing (3 other bold tandem wings) - and I then headed over the sea with 1000m to play with. I practiced wing-overs, and spiral dives. Much more rapid build up of energy on this smaller and faster wing. I did a set of wing-overs where I really built the energy up pretty well, but ended up stalling it (right asymmetric). On another set I didn't build up the energy properly and they were crap. Spiral dives are much easier to do on this wing than the large Gangster. I didn't get the locked in totally flat leading edge, but I got close. I could feel my calf swelling as usual, and my insides being pulled by the g-force. When I landed I felt great. This flight was a real confidence building. Looking forward to practicing more wing-overs over
Kas and next week at
Olu Deniz.
20th August, Kas.Annie had her first flight since last summer, over a year ago - before she was pregnant. She loved it, and good for her!

16-17th August. Cokelez, DenizliA 30km and 25km flight from
Cokelez,
Denizli, the first in the company of
Yurdaer Etike and some others - all of us landing in the same field. I thought this was an amazing coincidence, but the others - who I hadn't been flying with - had flown in formation. What an amazing cross country venue! (See pic below). On the 16
th there was a strong inversion at around 3000m. I watched a glider right in front of me over 'big
Cokelez' have a massive frontal followed by what looked for a moment like the guy falling out of the sky. A little later I had a violent asymmetric, dive and surge - a new experience on this Swing Cirrus 3 glider - which got my heart racing and put me in super alert 'defensive mode'. And then later on in the flight I had another big asymmetric, but I was getting used to it by now:) I was in 8up thermals at times. Overall it was a very satisfying experience, but it was challenging. The next day was smoother. I climbed to 3,500m to cloud base and then actually big-eared to lose some altitude. I shouldn't have done this, because I didn't make it to the next thermal on glide (!), but I did feel suddenly exposed up there at that height,
vario screaming, watching a lone glider ahead of me climbing up the side of the cloud, with the wild scenery stretched out below me, looking unreal like a huge map.

What did I learn on those days? Patience is everything. Over
flatlands particularly, make use of every zero and 0.5 up that you find. Work, work, work the lift. Being an impatient sort, I bombed out earlier on both days because of this - flying through lift expecting better further ahead. And I have to get used to flying in and around clouds at huge altitudes (above 3,500m).
A good time socially over the weekend, chatting, having a laugh, etc, with some of the more dedicated
xc pilots in Turkey. I need to learn to play Backgammon without having to count. Interesting talking to
Ahmet (retired) on the last night at the Artemis
Yoruk hotel, about Turkish politics, the army, etc. He says beatings in the Army are routine - they are actually built into the program! And recruits often die it's so brutal.
Ahmet doubted that 'terrorist of the sky'
Mahonie had been a Kurdish terrorist. Not beyond the odd porky I know, but surely that dent in his skull was made by a Turkish soldier's bullet?
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