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Post by FlowformSteve on Oct 30, 2015 20:50:38 GMT
More Kite Weekenders heading out to Fuerte tomorrow, Birmingham 9.35, see you all soon.
Stephen & Yvonne
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Post by FlowformSteve on Oct 30, 2015 21:02:10 GMT
That doesn't surprise me to hear that the lagooon is flooded and with the big spring tides. It will go back to normal in time but I doubt it by next week. The surf report looks big! magicseaweed.com/Cotillo-Surf-Report/133/Thanks David for the surf and tides update, it's good we have a surf Guru with us. Your link is really good, many thanks. Is it possible for you to give us a daily update on Kite Weekenders on weather and tides while we are out in Fuerte? See you soon Stephen & Yvonne
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Post by norfolkdick on Oct 31, 2015 9:22:17 GMT
HELP REQUIRED CAN ANYONE OF THE FUERTE TEAM BRING OUT 18 FIBRE GLASS SPAR'S 59 CM X 2MM GLASS FIBRE ROD. THE CARBON FIBRE RODS HAVE BROKEN ON MY NEW STRING OF MAGPIES THE CROWS MODIFIED WING SEEMS TO PUT MORE STRESS ON THE SPAR OR I HAVE A BAD BATCH OF CARBON SO GLASS WILL GIVE ME MORE FLEX CAN ANYONE HELP. BEEN TO THE DUNES TODAY NO OTHER FLYERS HAVE ARRIVED YET. VERY HOT TODAY LITTLE WIND Greetings Ernie All I have here at home is 10ft 6ins of white 2.5 mm and two 1 metre lengths of black 2.5 mm, (both rod) this by my reckoning would only make you 7 spars and of course it is 2.5 mm and not 2mm. Let me know if you want me to put it in my suitcase, the white rolls up into a circle and the black will bend into my suitcase. Regards Dick. |
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Post by MikeP on Oct 31, 2015 11:28:50 GMT
I have contacted a company I have used before that I have used before and they have said they can deliver next day if I order before 1pm. So I'll place an order today for 4 x 3m x 2 MM. and they said it will be with me on Monday or latest Tuesday. I can then cut it into 59cm lengths and chuck it in my case. Not sure of the cost yet but we can sort that later. Hope that helps Ernie, got to do all we can to have the birds flying  ? I'll keep you posted, Mike. |
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Post by willibob on Oct 31, 2015 13:05:20 GMT
Thanks guys for your help. MIKE I will take up your kind offer Mr Abbs thanks very much for your offer but as Mike had ordered specially for me you can have the space for another kite.
No flying today chucking it down See you all Wednesday
Ern
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Post by surfski on Oct 31, 2015 17:06:57 GMT
That doesn't surprise me to hear that the lagooon is flooded and with the big spring tides. It will go back to normal in time but I doubt it by next week. The surf report looks big! magicseaweed.com/Cotillo-Surf-Report/133/Thanks David for the surf and tides update, it's good we have a surf Guru with us. Your link is really good, many thanks. Is it possible for you to give us a daily update on Kite Weekenders on weather and tides while we are out in Fuerte? See you soon Stephen & Yvonne
I will certainly do my best. For the kite festival we are going to have light winds and very hot temperatures. The surf at El Cotillo next Thursday will only be 3ft so it shouldn't flood into the lagoon. www.windfinder.com/forecast/fuerteventura_el_cotillo |
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Post by Pablo on Nov 1, 2015 18:09:03 GMT
Well Fellow fuerte flyers I finally packed all what I need yesterday Ready for an early start on Wednesday morning three more sleeps yaaaaa cant wait weather is still looking hot and sunny festival weekend has change a little higher winds but still sunny...  |
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Post by greenman on Nov 2, 2015 13:50:50 GMT
Some very long delays at Gatwick today due to fog.
It will take a while for the airlines to catch up and get their planes back in the right place.
Lets hope the soup lifts quickly so we can get away on time on Wed.
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Post by Pablo on Nov 2, 2015 18:27:35 GMT
Some very long delays at Gatwick today due to fog. It will take a while for the airlines to catch up and get their planes back in the right place. Lets hope the soup lifts quickly so we can get away on time on Wed. Lets hope so don't want a delay been waiting a whole year fingers crossed. but thanks for the heads up I'll keep an eye on the travel news.... |
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Post by norfolkdick on Nov 2, 2015 20:37:18 GMT
Greetings Kiteists
I felt that tonight I should put pen to paper, or at least fingers to keyboard lest it be my last day on this planet. Tomorrow I set out on my Great Metropolitan Adventure and I freely admit I do so with some trepidation!
Despite all of the dangers, it is the intention of this P.O.P. (poor old pensioner) to sally forth in the morn and repair to the home of my dear Pirate friends in that place where Norfolkmen fear to tread; that's right, you have guessed correctly London.
I have spent the last two months studying and mentally preparing myself for this ordeal and now I feel am as ready as I will ever be to brave the Metropolis and all of its terrible dangers!
My journey will take me by train through the peaceful rural fens of West Norfolk and Cambridgeshire, through Essex (the ancestral home of the home of TGB's) and on to London.
Horrible reality starts here!...King's Cross Railway Station, real London and the place where no well adjusted man from safe Britain should be, never the less I will find myself here and need to face the dangers like a man!
The Albanian mafia:- a harsh reality of London , I was told that I should prepare myself with a walking stick fourten or a sword stick but have dismissed this advice as sound but wholly unlawful!
Romanian cutpurses, I am led to believe that these N'eer -do- wells inhabit the railway station and are constantly on the lookout for P.O.P.S' to feed their desire for filthy lucre!
King's Cross detachment of Boko Haram, these have been keeping a low profile of late but are always ready to strike against anybody who is male and does not look Islamic! Armed with automatic weapons, they are a force to be reckoned with , especially for P.O.P.'s
Subject to navigating the not insignificant dangers of King's Cross station this old P.O.P must press on and face the underground, a dark and dangerous place, full of Cutpurses, picklocks and other persons of bad character, all seeking an illicit living from the vulnerable traveller.
The next goal is to arrive unscathed at London Bridge Railway station, the place where the well informed traveller will recognise as the base of El Shabab in Britain; these nefarious criminals operate with impunity in this area and will slit the jugular of an old P.O.P in a thrice for the price of a bunch of Khat.
And now the over ground London train journey starts, only a few miles south of London bridge is the scene where recent attacks by I.S. have taken place, these evil and maladjusted miscreants have of late been attacking trains in Toyota pickup trucks armed with 14.5 mm Russian machine guns welded into the back of these 'technical's'. I have been advised to lay on the floor of the train throughout this leg of the journey; advice I intend to take!
If and when I arrive at my destination I shall be met by Mrs. Pirate AKA 'Me Julie' in her armoured Hummer (armoured is, I accept, a slight exaggeration) the floor is simply reinforced to protect against Russian TM-46 anti Tank mines!
If I survive my Metropolitan Adventure I will see you at Gatwick Airport!
Best Regards
Dick. (shaking in Norfolk)
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Post by John N june on Nov 2, 2015 23:34:47 GMT
Greetings Kiteists I felt that tonight I should put pen to paper, or at least fingers to keyboard lest it be my last day on this planet. Tomorrow I set out on my Great Metropolitan Adventure and I freely admit I do so with some trepidation! Despite all of the dangers, it is the intention of this P.O.P. (poor old pensioner) to sally forth in the morn and repair to the home of my dear Pirate friends in that place where Norfolkmen fear to tread; that's right, you have guessed correctly London. I have spent the last two months studying and mentally preparing myself for this ordeal and now I feel am as ready as I will ever be to brave the Metropolis and all of its terrible dangers! My journey will take me by train through the peaceful rural fens of West Norfolk and Cambridgeshire, through Essex (the ancestral home of the home of TGB's) and on to London. Horrible reality starts here!...King's Cross Railway Station, real London and the place where no well adjusted man from safe Britain should be, never the less I will find myself here and need to face the dangers like a man! The Albanian mafia:- a harsh reality of London , I was told that I should prepare myself with a walking stick fourten or a sword stick but have dismissed this advice as sound but wholly unlawful! Romanian cutpurses, I am led to believe that these N'eer -do- wells inhabit the railway station and are constantly on the lookout for P.O.P.S' to feed their desire for filthy lucre! King's Cross detachment of Boko Haram, these have been keeping a low profile of late but are always ready to strike against anybody who is male and does not look Islamic! Armed with automatic weapons, they are a force to be reckoned with , especially for P.O.P.'s Subject to navigating the not insignificant dangers of King's Cross station this old P.O.P must press on and face the underground, a dark and dangerous place, full of Cutpurses, picklocks and other persons of bad character, all seeking an illicit living from the vulnerable traveller. The next goal is to arrive unscathed at London Bridge Railway station, the place where the well informed traveller will recognise as the base of El Shabab in Britain; these nefarious criminals operate with impunity in this area and will slit the jugular of an old P.O.P in a thrice for the price of a bunch of Khat. And now the over ground London train journey starts, only a few miles south of London bridge is the scene where recent attacks by I.S. have taken place, these evil and maladjusted miscreants have of late been attacking trains in Toyota pickup trucks armed with 14.5 mm Russian machine guns welded into the back of these 'technical's'. I have been advised to lay on the floor of the train throughout this leg of the journey; advice I intend to take! If and when I arrive at my destination I shall be met by Mrs. Pirate AKA 'Me Julie' in her armoured Hummer (armoured is, I accept, a slight exaggeration) the floor is simply reinforced to protect against Russian TM-46 anti Tank mines! If I survive my Metropolitan Adventure I will see you at Gatwick Airport! Best Regards Dick. (shaking in Norfolk) You would be shaking in your boots a lot longer if you had experienced the nutter I had encountered on the way back form Bognor. Road rage just because I was doing 40mph in a 40mph speed limit with camera's on the side of the road he tried to ram me in the side then got in front then slammed on the brakes this continued for some miles until I gave him the slip by sending him down a slip road then slipping back onto the motorway. |
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Post by greenman on Nov 3, 2015 0:41:51 GMT
The word on the street is that Isa and her crew were right about the Brisamar all along.
Apparently it had gone down hill since we were last there.
Last weekend it served its last Baileys & Honey Rum.
The wreckers have moved in and it is no more.
So long Brisamar and thank for all the laughs.
Now its Playa Park time.
Time for the Pirate Rev another pool?
Good luck in the smoke Dick.
See you in the terminal if you survive.
Cheers.
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Post by mr pirate on Nov 3, 2015 5:11:27 GMT
Some very long delays at Gatwick today due to fog. It will take a while for the airlines to catch up and get their planes back in the right place. Lets hope the soup lifts quickly so we can get away on time on Wed. Looking good down south this morning nice and clear no fog one more day at work can't wait got a s??t day but last one see you all at the airport and same on the beach pirate |
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Post by mr pirate on Nov 3, 2015 5:19:37 GMT
Greetings Kiteists I felt that tonight I should put pen to paper, or at least fingers to keyboard lest it be my last day on this planet. Tomorrow I set out on my Great Metropolitan Adventure and I freely admit I do so with some trepidation! Despite all of the dangers, it is the intention of this P.O.P. (poor old pensioner) to sally forth in the morn and repair to the home of my dear Pirate friends in that place where Norfolkmen fear to tread; that's right, you have guessed correctly London I have spent the last two months studying and mentally preparing myself for this ordeal and now I feel am as ready as I will ever be to brave the Metropolis and all of its terrible dangers! My journey will take me by train through the peaceful rural fens of West Norfolk and Cambridgeshire, through Essex (the ancestral home of the home of TGB's) and on to London. Horrible reality starts here!...King's Cross Railway Station, real London and the place where no well adjusted man from safe Britain should be, never the less I will find myself here and need to face the dangers like a man! The Albanian mafia:- a harsh reality of London , I was told that I should prepare myself with a walking stick fourten or a sword stick but have dismissed this advice as sound but wholly unlawful! Romanian cutpurses, I am led to believe that these N'eer -do- wells inhabit the railway station and are constantly on the lookout for P.O.P.S' to feed their desire for filthy lucre! King's Cross detachment of Boko Haram, these have been keeping a low profile of late but are always ready to strike against anybody who is male and does not look Islamic! Armed with automatic weapons, they are a force to be reckoned with , especially for P.O.P.'s Subject to navigating the not insignificant dangers of King's Cross station this old P.O.P must press on and face the underground, a dark and dangerous place, full of Cutpurses, picklocks and other persons of bad character, all seeking an illicit living from the vulnerable traveller. The next goal is to arrive unscathed at London Bridge Railway station, the place where the well informed traveller will recognise as the base of El Shabab in Britain; these nefarious criminals operate with impunity in this area and will slit the jugular of an old P.O.P in a thrice for the price of a bunch of Khat. And now the over ground London train journey starts, only a few miles south of London bridge is the scene where recent attacks by I.S. have taken place, these evil and maladjusted miscreants have of late been attacking trains in Toyota pickup trucks armed with 14.5 mm Russian machine guns welded into the back of these 'technical's'. I have been advised to lay on the floor of the train throughout this leg of the journey; advice I intend to take! If and when I arrive at my destination I shall be met by Mrs. Pirate AKA 'Me Julie' in her armoured Hummer (armoured is, I accept, a slight exaggeration) the floor is simply reinforced to protect against Russian TM-46 anti Tank mines! If I survive my Metropolitan Adventure I will see you at Gatwick Airport! Best Regards Dick. (shaking in Norfolk) Did I am very sorry but I did forget to let you no . piratebut on some of the trains the locals start at one end and go through the train robbing every body ,they call it steaming down south good luck hopefully see you later |
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Post by DaveM on Nov 3, 2015 7:34:32 GMT
Greetings Kiteists I felt that tonight I should put pen to paper, or at least fingers to keyboard lest it be my last day on this planet. Tomorrow I set out on my Great Metropolitan Adventure and I freely admit I do so with some trepidation! Despite all of the dangers, it is the intention of this P.O.P. (poor old pensioner) to sally forth in the morn and repair to the home of my dear Pirate friends in that place where Norfolkmen fear to tread; that's right, you have guessed correctly London. I have spent the last two months studying and mentally preparing myself for this ordeal and now I feel am as ready as I will ever be to brave the Metropolis and all of its terrible dangers! My journey will take me by train through the peaceful rural fens of West Norfolk and Cambridgeshire, through Essex (the ancestral home of the home of TGB's) and on to London. Horrible reality starts here!...King's Cross Railway Station, real London and the place where no well adjusted man from safe Britain should be, never the less I will find myself here and need to face the dangers like a man! The Albanian mafia:- a harsh reality of London , I was told that I should prepare myself with a walking stick fourten or a sword stick but have dismissed this advice as sound but wholly unlawful! Romanian cutpurses, I am led to believe that these N'eer -do- wells inhabit the railway station and are constantly on the lookout for P.O.P.S' to feed their desire for filthy lucre! King's Cross detachment of Boko Haram, these have been keeping a low profile of late but are always ready to strike against anybody who is male and does not look Islamic! Armed with automatic weapons, they are a force to be reckoned with , especially for P.O.P.'s Subject to navigating the not insignificant dangers of King's Cross station this old P.O.P must press on and face the underground, a dark and dangerous place, full of Cutpurses, picklocks and other persons of bad character, all seeking an illicit living from the vulnerable traveller. The next goal is to arrive unscathed at London Bridge Railway station, the place where the well informed traveller will recognise as the base of El Shabab in Britain; these nefarious criminals operate with impunity in this area and will slit the jugular of an old P.O.P in a thrice for the price of a bunch of Khat. And now the over ground London train journey starts, only a few miles south of London bridge is the scene where recent attacks by I.S. have taken place, these evil and maladjusted miscreants have of late been attacking trains in Toyota pickup trucks armed with 14.5 mm Russian machine guns welded into the back of these 'technical's'. I have been advised to lay on the floor of the train throughout this leg of the journey; advice I intend to take! If and when I arrive at my destination I shall be met by Mrs. Pirate AKA 'Me Julie' in her armoured Hummer (armoured is, I accept, a slight exaggeration) the floor is simply reinforced to protect against Russian TM-46 anti Tank mines! If I survive my Metropolitan Adventure I will see you at Gatwick Airport! Best Regards Dick. (shaking in Norfolk) Greetings Dick, Should this be the last time we ever speak, then Goodbye A "Berlitz guide to the Smoke" may have been beneficial, but I fear things are too late for that now, as many months of learning the Lingo is required, and you are very likely to stand out in the crowds. There have only been a half a dozen pensioner murders in London during the last 24 hours, so you do stand a bit of a chance, not much, but time will tell. Sadly I have never known of any Norfolk folk return home from an adventure in our great capital city. A song was written many years ago, and then a later added video, depicting what life is like for Norfolk men living on the streets of LONDON. I had considered doing a KW members poll on your chance of survival, I have now changed my mind, you really have no chance. RIP POP P.S. Should you meet your demise AKA "Brown Bread" on the outward journey
of your holiday, would you be kind enough to leave your flight and hotel information,
I could be at the Gatwick terminal in a little over an hour.  |
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