The four of us were so relieved to have got all our flights out of the way on Friday thanks to the fabulous weather.
This meant we could get a proper night's sleep on Friday night after a meal and a few drinks at the local pizzeria. Saturday was the closing ceremony and the Slovakians sure know how to put on a party. After the French were loaded up with all the medals, an airshow kicked off featuring a selection of WWII aircraft flying a brilliantly choreographed dogfight complete with bombs and machine guns. Following that a delicious dinner was served with unlimited amounts of wine, beer and slivovitz (a sort of plum brandy). A rock band fired up and the party got wild and though I have only fairly blurry memories of it. But I do remember that the machine gun from the Russian Polikarpov had somehow found it way onto the dance floor and was being fired into the air. The sort of thing you accept at the time, but afterwards wonder if you dreamt it.
We left with the party in full flow and discovered the next day that many of the airport restaurant staff only got 2 hours sleep before returning to serve us pilots all over again in the morning.
We spent sunday morning packing our aircraft and fuelling our aircraft ready for the flight to Karlovy Vary our first stop on the journey back to the UK. We said our farewells after lunch and set off, remembering to fly over our hotel in Dubnica en route to thank them for a lovely stay. The flight to Karlovy Vary was probably one of the greatest flying experiences of my life as we followed valleys and rivers through the Slovakian and Czech countryside. Upon arrival we got a taxi to our hotel on a hill overlooking the airport to one side and the town of Karlovy Vary on the other.
We decided to explore KV in the evening and after a splendid meal in a little restaurant we wandered through town and marvelled at the sheer number of grand hotels and jewellers. There is a lot of Russian money being poured into this place... We set off again on Monday morning stopping off again at Koblenz for lunch and then through Belgium to the coast north of Cap Gris Nez. The weather was slowly deteriorating and we were glad to be able to see land the other side of the Channel as we coasted out. We flew along the cliffs at Dover (another amazing experience) and on down to Lydd where we landed, jumped out and experienced British weather at it's best. Windy, freezing cold and wet...! After a farewell coffee and some form filling (the only time we had our passport checked since leaving the UK!) we each set off for our respective homes. As I write this memories of the competition are still very fresh. We saw some excellent flying, made new friends, learnt a hell of a lot and had a thoroughly amazing time... Thanks to Pavol and his team for a well organised event at a great venue, with perfect weather.... hard to beat I would imagine.