So Russel and I did the 36 hours with two big flights on the retro-fitted Iberian airline A340 (no personal tv on seat back) via Madrid to Perreira and finally Roldanillo arriving at 1 am local time totally broken.
Roldanillo is rustic and rural with our accomdation best described as functional is somewhat noisy. Nightclubs and street bars are the order the night, but at least Russel’s room has hot water (now that he knows that the little tap in the corner supplies the aforementioned). The practice day was a delight in the sense that there was no stress with an abundance of mild thermals and we ended up flying around for some hours. The landing field in town is a stadium of sorts. Hundreds of locals cheered the free flying field on landing which is a novel experience in our cinderella sport.