Sunday 3 …beachfront real estate
I hate shopping mostly but I was able to treat myself to a handsome first self catering brekky in the rv because of it…lovely…vic comes by…im still parked outside his house for now and hes already eaten…drive the rv to the beach…steering it is like helming a spanish galleon but im getting used to it…will fly deer creek again which is still a lot of fun cos as the wind direction changes different parts of the terrain work and its actually a technical place to be with lots to learn…you need to think to get the best of it…so im in trouble…vic has a golf date with a new chick so hes all exited and brings her to see how cool we are before they go…I land on the beach after having a great time thermalling for an hour or so well up over take off and around the canyon until I fall into one of the sinkholes that move with the wind direction and speed…like I say…you have to think…vic has shot off but as im packing traig arrives and takes me back up…nice…more of the same with beautiful conditions as the day wears on…find a spot to park the rv for the night and make Malibu beach my front yard…my back yard is a ridgeline peaking at around 600ft(200m) with a dune up the first 150ft…cool…cook dinner and watch the sunset with a beer…read and go to bed…I listen to the sound of the waves caressing the sandy beach and like a lovers hands in my hair they put me to sleep…you get the picture…it’s a bit shabby but ill manage…zzz