I sleep on the ridge above San Antonio, a farm land village, where I flew in the years of 2002 and 2003. But the day does not show thermal activity, that would allow nice flying there, so I drive down to the coast, where my old friend Victor is running a place with take off for coastal hang out soaring. I chill around in the nice sea breeze and between the flights Victor and I share old pics and movs and other memories around the "good old times" and our shared adventures and of course our own deeds and about pilots and friends, we both know. So comes this Chile trip to a smooth and very relaxed ending.
