Wake up at 5:45
Lifted after 5 min of kicking the blankets. Vain attempts to bring together body and mind.
Time is even more than yesterday and there is a gray drizzle and cold.
take the bus two stops and George are waiting for us in the car.
-Nice to meet you! -Nice to meet u 2 - (he speaks local).
The first impression is that there is in his car past a cyclone and has mixed leaves, alcohol and cat dander.
begin the journey towards our destination, the others will join us there (should be 14).
stop for petrol. Behind I still try to link the needs of my body to the concrete possibility of fulfillment. After a couple of hours away, several sballottolamenti of my head looking for the right position to sleep, I hear that we should be ahead of schedule (although later we will lose). Pressure is something inside of me, then I do pressure off of me and I get a break in service area. Territory marked. Continue. After
not know how long (I could not quantify it because I slept most of the time) and reach the NLPC: Northern London Parachute Centre, Tandem Skydiving aim to do!
parked there and a friend of George. The weather is better than expected but is still very cloudy. While we try to enter something stops all: a black cat has just crossed the road. Expect other We pass in front and lifted off again. Please note that we arrived but they tell us that we must wait for the whole group and that at present there are 40 people in front and at the rate of 10 per hour we are already in line for 4 hours. Good start.
We spend a little time to chat in the refreshment until slowly comes another group of friends. A phone call arrives: two are locked on the train because some guy decided to buttarcisi below.
The weather worsened as we pass by a tea to coffee. We are looking for on youtube parachute flight ended badly but the connection is too slow and gave up (thankfully). The atmosphere is one of the fishermen blocked in port due to storm (which is slowly getting closer).
When we finally reach the other 10 and we're all going to register and pay the ticket. We are told that making a throw must be seen at least one piece of blue sky and then to today I know that nothing is done. Anyway we pay a ticket valid for six months and signed all the paperwork that you do that is dangerous, you can die, that in case of need, the expert who gets thrown in tandem with you, think to save his skin rather than splashed with you. After all the morning was quite unfortunate and perhaps it was better to stay down to earth, maybe next time we will raise the right foot and the day will be all roses and sunshine and 3000 meters above sea level rise that we breath.
As far we are from London we decided to continue our jaunt to Cambridge.
Another two-hour drive and arrive. It's drizzling here and now seek a place to stop and eat, we recommend the most famous pubs in the city. Of course the bad luck decides that there will not be in that pub before the current 16 and therefore there is no food. We just have a very poor Chinese. However, hunger is so great and eat almost anything.
At the other end of the meal express their intention to hole up in a pub to see I do not know which parts of Portland. Between me and instead we give exploration, but before a caffettino on the fly. The weather is slightly better but still very dull, what one would expect to find in these places in fact. I came back to mind some adventures of Sherlock Holmes set in the wet heaths.
discover a little thing in reality is Cambridge, a group of college almost exclusively Gothic forms: some are in effect in 1300, others of the last century. Can we visit the famous Trinity College (only the parts not occupied by students), courtyard, dining hall and choir (which we photographed the "fantastic" menu, bleach!)
try to get in but too late and other students must make their life without travelers between the feet and then you can not anymore. Meanwhile, the game is over and we riincontrarci with others (are 17.00). greeted the crews of the other machines I, Brother George and leave again for home.
Needless to say, on this Saturday the 17th, surrounded by some bad luck, they do not even know how many hours I scapuzzulato in the car, my legs ached like never before. Even limping. The evening we'd spent a graduation party from the parts of Greenwich (lontanuccio, among other things) but in the end we stayed for dinner at home. Among other things, I saw that British TV is not all that stops such as ours.
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