A journey in Spain, continuation
We leave at about 11 am, after having consulted the weather
forecast in the pilots premise and after having filled in a new fly plan.
Passing Port-Vendres, an easily recognizable place. Here, the mountains are
soaking their feet in the sea.
We tear up the Spanish border at 200 km/h overhead Cerbère. A lot
of rails come out of the mountain, like a lava flow trying to reach the
sea.
While the aircrafts are drawing white tracks in the blue sky, the
boats imitate them, striking the sea with brushes making luminous white
lines.
Cadaqués, some beautiful deep rocky inlets, only accessible by the
sea. A divers' paradise.
Arrival at Ampuriabrava. Behind the beach, a fantastic marina,
made of water and palms.
Runway 17, the controller will be happy, it's just the runway he
recommended.
Welcomed by the sun, the memory of the cold beauty of the
morning's clouds gives way to the delights of the Mediterranean sceneries we saw
along the route.
The show is going on. Ampuria is a Mecca for parachuting. Myriads
of corollas are falling from the sky without a break, carried by the Pilatus
that climb as quick as they descend, stopping only for refueling.
Like hung up on a thin petal of poppy. We enjoy again those
luminous colors.
The Pilatus, admired by pilots and waited by the
parachutists.
