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7th June 2019, day two
Good morning from Ruzomberok! The streets here are all wet as it was quite rainy last night. We went to a local shop to buy some food and dined back in the hotel. We’d have loved to stay there a bit longer if it wasn’t for the Alps we were heading to.
It was not safe at that time to depart due to the local thunderstorm activity, so we set off for the thermal aquapark in Besenova. A local aircraft mechanic offered us a ride for a tenner in his good old Skoda. We caught the soft shoulder a couple of times but it was fun.
The aquapark was a bit overpriced. We paid the full price of 20 eur/person but could only use 1/3 of all the attractions as the rest of them remained closed until 1pm.

Our return journey was halfway on foot (including a quick break for lunch) and halfway by train. The train station had an extremely narrow platform but the locals didn’t seem to have any safety-related issues with it. Moreover, they were happy to queue literally inches away from the oncoming train.

The scheduled departure was in the late afternoon again but I estimated our landing time in Lesce to be approximately 15 minutes before the sunset. I updated the performance calculations by increased temperature and a slight headwind: both Take-Off Distance Required and Climb Gradient were all “green”, although eyeballing method suggested something completely opposite.
We reached 70% of rotation speed halfway down the strip. Continue… aaand rotate! After lift-off, I realised it’s actually not that challenging and a slight correction of the heading to the left solves the problem of avoiding obstacles.
Just a full left circuit over the airfield was all we needed to climb up to the safe altitude to fly over the city and join the route.

The wind from the south was building up its speed and we were warned by the controller about moderate turbulence between 8 and 10 thousand feet while approaching the Alps. Despite the fact that our cruise altitude was only 6000 feet, the turbulence was still affecting us. Without being sure If I can overfly the mountains safely and without burning more fuel than I have, I decided to leave the high ground somewhere abeam Maribor. Unfortunately, circling around the mountains to get to Lesce was not possible due to lack of fuel and time, thus I had to report a change of plans to the ATC:
– Radar, G-SBKR, requesting diversion to Slovenj Gradec.
– G-SBKR, roger, standby.
– G-SBKR, Slovenj Gradec is closed, they have some works in progress on the runway. I can offer you Sostanj, LJSO.
– Unable, my aircraft is not able to operate to Sostanj… can we try Maribor? Is it still open?
– Negative, Maribor closed about 20 minutes ago.

One last chance.
– Can we try Ljubljana, G-SBKR?
– G-SBKR, affirm, Ljubljana is approved, proceed via direct.

Landing at the biggest airport in the country gave us an extra few minutes but, first of all, allowed us to complete the flight in an absolutely legal and safe manner, in case we had to land after the sunset.


The approach was made by my F/O but we went a bit sideways on short final, so I took over all the way until landing as otherwise we would have to go around.


Having disembarked and gone to the main terminal we realised that… the last bus to the city had already gone at 8pm. The taxi costs 60 euros and the shuttle bus 9eur/person so not much better than the taxi. Michael had got an idea to try hitchhiking but some of us just wanted to go home and even pay for the shuttle bus. We were just about ready to go when he shouted he’d just arranged a car for us! Unfortunately, they only had two spare seats so we let Paul and Monica go first as they were the most exhausted ones and we went towards another car to ask for a lift.
This time I spoke to the driver and, after a couple of minutes, the nice lady agreed to take us with her. We even set off before our friends who had already had the ride arranged!
We decided not to fly the day after which allowed us to celebrate Paul’s birthday by drinking some local Slovenian beer.
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