We watch as the sun flirts with the horizon, it gives a gentle touch and begins its return to the skies. It is 2 am and we are still checking the flying conditions.
Just 4 days earlier, I arrive in Bodø, a small town in northern Norway, where Dusty, my brother from the wild and Kjell, a local pilot with a passion for free flight and technical tinkering, wait for me at the airport. Kjell, our host, has had a long affair with Brazil where he has found many kilometers of flying and, his better half Veronica.
Once at home, he shows me his house and his, biggest pride: his workshop, a pristine room with three different sewing machines, home made tools, glider fabrics of every kind and enough lines to repair all the wings in town for life. Everything is customized. He passes me a fat sleeping bag, points to one corner and leaves the space with a “sleep well”.