New Bulgarian FAI triangle record – 233km from Sopot

This last week the intense flying has been keeping me away from my computer, but here is a glimpse of a cool training flight I did for the Bulgarian-Polish Championships (happening now) and World Cup (starting this coming Sunday) in Sopot.  Not that we can go this far in the comps, but still, what a blast it is extending the possible another step further.  Challenging conditions with strong north wind falling off the big mountain, significant shadows and rain showers in the flats, and even an airport to take care of – but I did it – beating my Bulgarian record from same time last year.



After two tasks, I’m leading the Bulgarian-Polish Open.  Home feels goood.

Longest flight from west Bulgaria

Mountain flying’s cool.  Flatland flying – also.  But when you mix the two… your line slicing through the lows, mids and highs like a good dj through a mix, a knife through cake, changing gears when you have to, but going ever forward, slicing, slicing through the layers – there’s something extra technical and fulfilling about it.  Something that is very much present in Bulgarian flying and that I personally love and thrive in. Continue reading

Въздушна Битка 2018

Не е луд тоя дето копае дупката, а тоя дето лети над нея.  Или всички сме луди?  И аз не знам вече.  Но така като гледам от километър и нещо отгоре, със сигурност тия които са изровили в Земята тая рана (наречена “рудник Елаците” – широк към километър и дълбок към 4-5 стотин метра, както и най-голям на Балканите) не са по-малко луди от нас, които летим над нея, и, за щастие, не само. Continue reading


Cross country flying is kind of like mountain climbing, but inverted – from vertical to horizontal – in its core the same adventure across space, that challenge of the place beyond drawing you further, higher, deeper, to the outer limits of what you know and what you can, that place beyond challenging you to focus all your powers and perform, to conquer space and come back down a better man, improved, inspired, having completed something beautiful, yet completely useless. Continue reading