Our group of about 50 paragliders from throughout Romania ended our day in Targu Mures in a banquet corridor the place we ate a wierd cake-like substance, gnawed on sunflower seeds, drank free beers (I didn’t drink any, however everybody else did) and had been advised who the winner of the paragliding competitors was. I didn’t win the competitors (or come wherever even near successful), however I did obtain a particular certificates award for being “The paraglider from furthest away” – which means I used to be not solely the least skilled paraglider within the room, however the one paraglider that was not from Romania.
When Jigo introduced that I had received an award, I assumed he was saying that I had received an award for being “the paraglider who landed furthest from the goal.” However I shortly realized that my award was not for being the worst paraglider within the group (though that was possible true), however as an alternative for being “the pilot that got here from far, distant.”
Actually, I nonetheless can’t imagine that I participated in a paragliding competitors after solely 8 days of coaching. It was a lot enjoyable and I’d completely do it once more!