9.30p last night we all got a SMS saying the morning briefing was cancelled, as expected. The 1am SMS inviting us to a Brewery Tour was somewhat unexpected though. But, hey, sleep is optional at a world championship.
We prepped to fly this arvo not really expecting to, and when the weather report in the Briefing showed 55knots at 2000 feet we were not surprised no loggers or task sheets were distributed. So, same old story, hurry, hurry, hurry...but now wait.
Tomorrow, wed, sounds better but still marginal. At least pilot's Gibbs, Spriggett and Michell can stop practising their marker throws from 2nd story balconies.
Team Gibbs is all raring to go. We've come off the back of a win last week and have been filling ourselves with all the health that rural Austria can dish up.
Every morning we rise to a view straight out of the Sound of Music. Drink fresh milk just milked from the farm cow, eat fresh eggs from the 2600 chickens on our farm, raid the veggie patch kindly extended to us by Family Konig and if not flying in the evenings we taste the lovely homemade schnapps and beer from the neighbours who are tickled pink to have a group of Aussies in their midsts.
The takeoff sites the neigbours have arranged for us all throughout the region is mindblowing.
Paul managed to get up a few of our shots onto Aunty Monkey this arvo, care of the McDonalds internet, but the internet at the Comp Centre is still not working properly.
Even Aunty Monkey super-guru and Team Kavanaugh Member Andrew R. couldn't get the Gibbs computers working. The organiser techs also have no idea why most people can't access their internet.
But hey, who needs internet when we've got this lovely hospitality.
So off to bed again for a hopeful flying day tomorrow.
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That's a lot of chickens!
Yeah, and that's probably not counting the ones Deano has run over in early-morning-in-the-dark dashes to comp briefings.
:>)
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