This time we have prepared ourselves: Brav read the wind report. A wind break is forecast for today. I choose the imposing 'Paarl Rock' as the most promising starting point for a paragliding flight. Corinne is worried that I will plow a field again when landing.... Together with Fredi we get into the sweltering heat which is getting worse and worse due to the lack of wind. But I am in good spirits and wait in the car for the things to come.

We drive through beautiful, absolutely dry wilderness. Up to and with National Park. Arrived at the top I make myself alone with my flight luggage direction of Fredi pointed: "There we have already seen many paragliders take off". Good. I tramp off on the trail. Meanwhile, Corinne and Fredi make their way out of the red dust to the higher, large, pearly, black rocks. I watch them as they disappear into the bushes as a small dot below the rocks. The way to the starting place is not to be missed and already after 5 minutes I stand on a giant rock, which is overgrown with white lichens. Reminds almost of a carpet. The plateau slopes slowly in front, then more and more steeply until it goes practically vertically down. A perfect launch site. But the wind worries me: Unfortunately it comes with 17km/h from the side and if I am honest even rather from behind. I let my little ears hang and make my way back to the ground crew after the photo session.

Defying the heat, I decide to make a second attempt. On the far side of Paarl Rock the wind should be good, and the position of the sun there promises thermals. But this means a quarter of an hour climb to the saddle between the two Paarl rocks. In good spirits I set off alone for a second time into the wilderness. Past rocks, between which a spacious cave has formed, always steeply up. The landscape reminds me (for the umpteenth time) of the computer game Myst/Exile and I slowly realize how realistic the mood in the game was rebergekommen, when I compare it with my impressions today.

After a short climb on all fours with the 16kg backpack I arrive totally sweaty on the saddle. The view is fantastic, only to start in the direction of the mountain lakes is not to think: No chance to fly from here over the Seelein to the mountain edge. Well, but the climbing was fun. Ingenious rock world!

I don't even try to convince Fredi and Corinne of a third start attempt, or to drive with the car behind the lakes... the heat has got to them and I owe them at least one Savanna each. In Paarl we find what we are looking for in terms of refreshment. Thanks to my ground crew and cheers!