Summer is hitting us. Swimming in the sea or swimming pool is the only way to cool down. And when you are down here now, you understand that 'siesta'-time is a pillar in summers' life.

When it is 35 degrees outside, when the sun is hitting hard, you need to lay down, have a rest, snoozing under the humming noise of ceiling fans, paralysed between gentle wake-ups. It'll all make you smarter to start the other half of your day.

So we did. And got up the hill, when conditions were starting to be less reckless. We had a good time. Although it wasn't what we expected. It was very hot all over, no temperature gradient, little thermal activity. But complaining ? No way, we flew again, and we lost track how many consecutive days we flew.
It was all about getting into the right thermal, no funky stuff. Just smooth, trying to stay in it, trying to find them. I love this sometimes more than the strong stuff, which only makes you deal with it.

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