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PARAGLIDING
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September
1995.
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Myself and two friends, Bob and Keith (the Three Muckateers) take a holiday to Olu-Deniz in Turkey to learn to paraglide. On arrival we are informed that due to not having the basic minimum BHPA qualification of "Elementary Pilot", the British instructors are unable to provide us with tuition. I then decide to learn to fly on a tandem and enlisted a local pilot, Marco to teach me. After an hour's journey up the precarious mountain road by landrover we reach the lower (South) launch site at 5,500 ft. near the summit of Baba Dag. |
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The landing zone,
Olu-Deniz beach as seen from the 5,500ft launch site.
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Marco
my instructor |
Gliders laid out
ready on the Lower South facing launch site. (5,500ft)
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Assistance required
to launch a
Tandem due to a strong wind on the Upper (North) launch site. (7,000ft) |
Lower North take
off (5,500ft).
A committed launch is required as just over the edge is a quarter of a mile drop. |
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After takeoff Marco
hands me the brake lines and teaches me how to control the glider during
the flight back down to the beach.
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Flying over
the top of Baba Dag at 7,500ft |
Just clearing the
mountain at around
5,000ft and about to descend through cloud. |
3,500ft
and moving out over Olu-Deniz. |
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2,500ft over the beach.
The landing area is the strip of beach between the bars and the sunbeds. |
Changing position in the
harness
from seated to standing, then into the final approach before flaring to land. |
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On arriving back
in the UK Bob and I continued our training and gained our Club Pilot's
licence, returning to Turkey in 96 to fly solo from Baba Dag.
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Down
to approx.
4,500ft |
Bob flying below
with Fethiye
in the back ground. |
Bob out over
the sea. |
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1,800 ft over the bay.
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Over a Turkish Guillet
just before landing.
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Right:-
After
losing height from the 5.5k launch site it looked certain I was going
down. I was about to take the decision to fly away from the mountain when
luckily I managed to connect with some weak lift. As I circled the core,
the thermal increased in strength as it gained height, and I climbed on
up and out above take-off reaching almost two and a half thousand feet
above launch. Unfortunately the decending air of the high pressure front
over the area put a lid on the lift and after an hour of intense flying
in extremely turbulent and bumpy conditions, fatigue set in forcing me
to fly out over the sea into smoother air before returning to the beach
for a well earnt, "ice cold beer"
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Yeeehaaaa!
7,810 ft above sea level. |
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