Coming from Australia and having flown in the United States, I am used to seeing “big” skies. The kinds of places where multi-terawatts of energy are going up into the clouds and just begging for a glider to siphon off a few kilowatts. [I will always remember seeing the ground just fall away from me in Australia once.]
Argentina is even bigger. We have had a few days now where the thermals were not very exciting. In fact, with a few hours wasted looking at oxy systems and other time-wasters, we launched after 5pm local time, for a 200km local flight. We’re not even trying to fly straight lines and optimise our cross-country distances and 200km disappears under the wings like there’s no effort at all.