My Flying

Another sad very day. I arrived at the airfield only to learn that a fellow aviator based in Uitenhage, though not a member of the gliding club, had been brutally murdered at his home in the early hours of this morning. Yet another senseless crime perpetrated by a bunch of animals and supported by a useless, pathetic and most of all, corrupt, ANC government. Apparently two thieves used a ladder to gain access through a first floor window and when he was disturbed during his sleep and went to investigate, was stabbed several times and died a few minutes latter with his wife at his side. The thieves fled empty handed.

At least we can rely on our equally useless, pathetic and corrupt police force to investigate the crime and bring these criminals to justice. Viva Afrika!

On the flying front we had no instructor so there were no gliding operations for the day. The morning weather was not great, but apparently improved towards the afternoon and once I of course hangared the Motor Falke after a short half hour flight and had returned home.