Gurugú Beach

Mileage: unchanged

While we were still having breakfast, operations at the nearby sports airport already began. At exactly 11:00 AM, the rotor of the large yellow helicopter started with a loud noise. However, the machine remained on the ground for the time being. For a good fifteen minutes, we were able to observe how various flaps and rudders were moved, the engine ran faster and slower at times, and probably many other items on the pilot's checklist were also being ticked off. When the helicopter took off for the first time and soon landed again no ten meters away, it became clear to us that flight lessons were likely taking place here. So this went on for the entire time afterward. Land, take off, hover a meter above the ground, quarter turn clockwise, counterclockwise, a short flight over the area, then landing approach again, then takeoff again. The highlight was the attempt to land on a small hill that measured maybe four by four meters. The pilot managed to tap the ground lightly with the skids without actually setting the helicopter down and then pulled back up again.

When the hour ended precisely at 12:00 PM and the yellow helicopter was back in its place, calm returned to the camper site.

We went to the reception and extended our stay by a day. The conditions here were perfect to spend another day soaking up the sun and warmth at the beach and going for a swim.

So we did. We spent the day on the picnic blanket at the beach.

As the afternoon came to an end and we had soaked up enough sun, we took our swimming clothes back to the motorhome to then go for a long walk. The facilities in the blue-and-white striped buildings, which we had thought were hydropower plants the night before, revealed themselves in the light today as drainage works through which river water could be transported to the sea when there was too much of it behind the dune.

At sunset, we were back and watched it over the airfield.