Wednesday 6.07.05
    It rains, pessimists were right, sadly. But it doesn't rain, it's raining cats and dogs. A colour of the sky is steel-grey and water streams hurtle down crooked streets of the village since early in the morning. The rain falling stops around nine and a briefing is postponed to twelve o'clock.

    But the situation doesn't look much better even at noon and moreover surrounding mountains are covered with low clouds. The organisers announce a free day and offer a lift up to the taking off point at three o'clock. If anybody is interested in flying, of course.