Saturday 31 May 2014

Graham




                                                        The Gliding

We have now been here a week and are gradually learning how to fly here and get into a routine. Due to the daytime heat, we aim to start out to prep the glider at 07:30, I come down for coffee at 07:15, Bill is there working at his computer having finished breakfast. He complains that the rolls are stale. I wait until 07:20, when fresh rolls arrive, Bill still complains. At 07:29 John appears, having been dragged backwards through a hedge. I comment to this effect and he mutters something about pot and kettle. John does a lot of muttering. We try to get him into the conversation, by discussing interesting subjects such as quantum mechanics and ultimate tensile stress in stainless, but a strange look comes over his face.
Bill is very lucky, there is an Australian called Pete staying here, so he has a compatriot who can understand the language. Aussies and Kiwis get on so well together.

 My first long flight with Bill showed his good and not so good attributes. On the plus side his judgement of where to fly under cloud gave us one glide of 197 kms without turning under a convergence.
 
       10 knts on the averager in straight flight

 We did 620kms at 120kph. We flew north from Ouarzazate to the main mountain range, then followed the range north east until both the mountains and the lift petered out. We then flew back along the convergence line and went west of Ouarzazate before turning to home, where landing on a 3,000m runway was straightforward despite a crosswind. http://www.onlinecontest.org/olc-2.0/gliding/flightbook.html?sp=2014&st=olcp&rt=olc&pi=1519  

His judgement and help as a navigator, tactician, flight engineer, slip string observer, speed control commentator were quite out of this world. However on the minus side, his performance as a flight attendant was of a very poor standard. We had ordered rolls  for lunch, and he spent the first part of the flight sitting on one of them. He then decided that the one he had been sitting on was mine, whereas his was in an immaculate circular shape. He passed me my pancake without even an offer of a glass of champagne to compensate. A video of some of our convergence flying can be seen on http://youtu.be/gAGTzYPgnpo

The next day I flew with John. He has a very laid back, reassuring style, but is right on the ball when it came to making tactical decisions. As on all days here so far, it was blue at Ouarzazate, with clouds developing over the mountains, so takeoff time was rather guesswork for us. We followed a similar route to the day before, but with the mountains pushing out thermals rather than showing a strong convergence line. We spent most of the day at around 17000’ and only had one tricky moment when we dropped to 13000’ with ridges and mountain tops looking worryingly close.  We then went much further west than on the previous day as we had launched nearly 2 hours earlier and covered some 820kms on OLC. In the west there was a clear ingression of sea air, and we were able to climb well above the adjacent clouds. John became more laid back as the flight progressed, and later we discovered that he was out of oxygen.
                                             Thermals from the ridge top

 Sea air coming in from North west




 
 There are virtually no landing options in the mountains, and the engine would be worse than useless at these altitudes, so it was good to have the mountain flying experience of Bill and John.


Graham

Thursday 29 May 2014

People



I am here with two engineers whose idea of a wild night out is to sit over dinner discussing Thermodynamics and Quantum Mechanics. After a while I politely express my opinion on the subject in hand. They seem surprised, as though I have not been listening, then continue. A while later, I venture another comment. I am ignored.
Bill is the practical engineer and by next week the glider will be re-built to his liking. No EASA nonsense here! He ate an unwise tomato salad in Marrakech and has suffered accordingly. He was fortunate to be dissuaded from taking laxatives and sleeping tablets before bed one evening
Graham is some sort of pointy-headed academic engineer. Inexactitude is not tolerated. He has passed his head cold on to me.
I have promoted them to be contributors and editors to this blog, but am beginning to suspect that neither can read or write. I will gauge reaction to this section later, and let you know. Bill thinks he may have a Gmail account (needed to contribute here) but can’t log on. If anyone has a small child who can explain it to him, Graham and I will be grateful. Also, can anyone tell me what this blog is called, because my Mum wants to read it, and it doesn’t show up on Google?

I have not seen John B. for more than twenty years. We were leaving Enstone, Tibbenham or somewhere after a particularly relaxing one day competition. I remember very clearly him saying emphatically “I’ve had enough of all this, you’ll never see me again”. Not quite true, but he did take a bit of tracking down.
He was kind enough to give me a run round in his beautiful EB28 yesterday. Light breezes, hot and blue. At one point we followed three long ridges at lowish levels in the Dades gorge, none of which worked. I was pleased to note that he became quite thoughtful. Shame I didn’t take a camera, because it was very spectacular. A lot of the erosion here seems to be from wind and sun rather than water, so there are lots of horizontal lines in the cliff and ridge edges. A surprising amount of colour with shades of reds, browns and a bit of green.

Tuesday 27 May 2014

Airborne at last

We have had a couple of flights. No time to write about them, so here are some pictures:



Monday 26 May 2014

Getting there



Tanger Med is a brand new port and will soon be the largest in Africa. Groups of thin, intent young men wander round the razor wire perimeter hoping to find a way into or under a Scania bound for Europe. The officials are courteous and do not wish to deliver bad news. Officer A will tell you that your clearance will be granted at 3pm. He quietly goes off-shift at 2pm and his place is taken by Officer B, who starts the application again. We remain in customs for 71 hours. The coffee in the lorry drivers caff is very good, the toilets less so.
Once clear of Customs, we head south. The roads are good and we would have made very good progress, except for a police road block. It transpires that our insurance papers are not quite in order. We are fortunate not to be detained overnight in Casablanca. We drive into Marrakech at midnight to meet Graham, who was beginning to despair of ever seeing his glider again. The trailer attracts as much attention as a spaceship.
Next day we head south again, over the Tichka pass through the Atlas. That was the easy bit. Dealing with a five further police road-blocks was the real problem.
Bill washes his shreddies, at last

Over the Tichka pass at 7,000'

Bill's last contented moment, for a couple of days

Arrival in Marrakech, trying to find a place to hide trailer from the cops.

Local primary school has arranged to visit us

The weather




The Atlas run North East from the coast at Agadir and were formed by tectonic convergence a while ago when Africa collided with America.  This is the place where the moist air of the Atlantic meets the dry heat of the Sahara. Unstoppable force meets immovable object. Vast oceans of air are forced upward and there's enough moisture for some cumulus.

You couldn’t design a more efficient machine for creating convergences.