My oldest passenger ever yesterday. A gentleman named Jan de Jong flew with us, took the commands himself and a wonderfull experience. The honour was on me.

Again eastern winds. Just strong enough to carve the sky with not too many pilots .... as it was saturday local schools showed up later in the afternoon when winds came down.
I was humming the song 'who the hell send those missiles ...' from The Sound, band from the 80's. Because from then on we had to zigzag between the students not having a clue what priority rules are.