Within minutes after takeoff I was heading west. The first glider takes off and falls out of the sky. Ulf is laying out his glider. If we don't take off soon the sun will pass the zenith and we will all have to move to the western launch. Ulf gets into his faded red overall, puts his thick balaclava on his head and straps in.
People start following.
Ulf does an aborted launch, and by the time he's finished sorting things out again, I have already taken to the sky. I turn right, into the bowl, looking for lift, desperately seeking for swifts and swallows, which might mark a thermal. After a while I see a flock of swallows chasing insects in a thermal. But they are at the other side of take-off, where the hill is much lower, and dynamic lift would be even weaker. I decide to take the chance, and go over to join them.