My first Flugtag

A day at the beach, lots of sun and lots of cute guys, left, right and centre!! the city welcomed the first RedBull Flugtag in the region on Friday-25th November at the Park. The show started exactly at 1:30pm as advertised. Flugtag in German means 'flying day'. If you were to take part, you had to make your own flying machine and also pilot it, solely powered by mechanical energy, weighing not more than 200 kgs and at the same time; able to cover a good distance before falling into the creek. There were points for pre-flight perfomance more like a stage act, creativity, the distance your plane covered and technicality.

'Cre8tive 1' won the contest winning private flying lessons and AED 35,000 (I think). Their idea was really cool. They had something like a monoplane attached to a platform with trolley wheels with the help of ropes. So when the platform was pushed over the runway into the air, two members released the ropes slowly so that the monoplane flew the extra distance. 'Drago Fly' came in second with their dragon like flying machine winning a parasailing adventure trip and 'Pumpa Plane' were placed third winning a tour of the city in the sky. SS Nakhla won for their creativity. One of the guys from the summer job, RM (really sweet fella) came in with his plane Woof inspired by their dog. DF and me wanted him to do really well but poor thing, his plane took a long time to be fixed on the runaway, plus it got stuck and flew only one metre. Better luck next time RM!!

There was this one team, the Los Matadores who had a nice tagline woth mentioning. 'Don't fight the bull, Fly the bull'.

The hostess- Rosanne kept getting confused whether it was day or night. Guess her black shades were really black!!! Apart from her silly commentary, she was there only to add glamour to the event.

Anyway, the day proved to be sheer enjoyment. Got a really sexy tan. Wanted to wear shorts but couldn't. Don't ask why... Too irritating a reason. Later on in the evening, DF and me sat on the sidewalk listening to songs under the stars while our picnic mates (immediate and extended family) played cricket and went roller blading with their kids.

Came home and crashed straight into bed. Maa Salama ya Flugtag... Do come back next year.