Hello Friend, you want photo, okay Boss, where you from? Kanata? Ooh, very nice, you want photo?
This is something you pretty much hear twelve times on a daily basis, the beggars and shop keepers alike pretty much say the same things, which is okay, but it doesn’t make anyone really buy anything, you buy something when you are damn good and ready too, not because you’ve been hassled and arm pulled.
This blog is dedicated to the two best climbers in the world,(for today. If confused, read earlier post) Rolo and Colin, they just climbed the Mega Bad-Ass Patagonia Link-up-Proj of all time, if you are reading this and don’t know what I am talking about, you are either new to climbing, my mom and dad or some poor unfortunate web surfer who accidentally stumbled upon my site while looking for the famous Sonnie Day singer song writer for gospel followers. www.sonnieday.com We call her “Girl Preacher” Sonnie Day accepted the call to spread the gospel as a minister on January 15, 2006. She has been given a mission by God to speak to His churches, under an exclusive title that only the Holy Ghost could give. God has equipped her with the boldness and the authority to shake the nations with His Word and His anointing. Sonnie is available for retreats, conferences, women programs, youth services, etc.
So how bout that Rolondo eh? Years of effort. I emailed him to say congrats, and he told me it was “a long time coming, like a hard redpoint where it becomes only a matter of time”. I’m just glad he bagged it before the hairy chested Huber show arrived. Colin, you’re a sick motha buddy, keep up the good suffering boys, someone has to do it, and it sure as shit ain’t going to be me. Congrats to them – a MONUMENTAL effort indeed and one of the last great Alpine objectives of all time, I’m sure.
So, on to my blog, GAWD I hate admitting that I have a blog, but time is of the essence here in curry village and I just can’t get around to emailing all the people I care about individually, so alas, here I am with my B.L.O.G.
Yesterday I took a hike by myself hoping to discover the next midnight lighting or Mandala, but not before stopping in town for some cash at the ATM and a Chai. So, with my new SLR camera in hand and 5000 rps in my pocket, I go out for a stroll, past one of the signs that says, ‘WARNING BANDITS. Do not travel at night, do not travel alone.’ Ahhhh HUMBUG. And off I go, like a brave night into the haunted forest. 15 minutes and who knows how many scrambles later, I drop into a cave like feature, careful not to scuff up my new hippy dippy t-shirt. As I am brushing off the dust I hear a mans voice, in my ear. Literally, he was standing about three feet away. “Hello Friend” he asked me. “HI” I replied, and before the echo could vanish I began sussing out the situation (and escape route) with darting, frantic eyes. As the lack of light in the cave/stack/cluster of boulders adjusted to my retna (spelling?) I realized that there are at least four men in here with me, if not five or six. All of them dirty and painfully smelly. “Which country?” he asked with a grin. “Canada” I replied reluctantly and of course returning the grin back at ’em. “Are you alone?” He said next. Now this is where your brain flicks into over drive, what if I say yes, what if I say no, what if I just start running, or what if I just sit down and enjoy some of their tasty looking muck they got in the pot? As much as I liked this guy and I’m sure his grubby friends where also a good hoot, I had this overwhelming suspicion that I was about to get proper mugged. (Mom if you’re reading this know that I’m fine, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this, I’m not trying to scare you, just telling the story of what happened, he he).
Okay, so there I was, he looked at me closer before I replied, “NO! God no” I bellowed. “My friends and I are just looking for a good hike, they’re right behind me, just over this boulder here” I nearly crossed the line and told him they had machettes and hand grenades.
“Ahh good, hike, yes”
And that was the end of our conversation. I turned and leaped out of the cave, suddenly I didn’t give a flying fart if there were ten Mandala’s around the corner, hell there could be a Ceuse, an El Cap, a Font and a Red River Gorge and I wouldn’t stop to look back. The very last thing you need in Hampi is a stab wound, a broken limb or Down parka, all of which are very possible to obtain. So I shall continue on with my wits about me and a learned lesson. As should everyone.
The President is coming tomorrow, so they are shutting down Hampi for 4 days, no boat, no open shops, NOTHING. 500 military personelle are coming in. Crazy place this india.
Man and his monkey!
Too many blocs.
A childs first pair of climbing shoes, Sportiva? Obviously he has not developed a good sense of taste, I’m sure he’ll be wearing 5.10’s in just a couple more years, he’s only 7 months after all, cut the kid some slack.
I think this monkey was giving me the evil eye, if he was any bigger, I’m positive he’d try to eat me! Maybe it the banana I was clutching.
God save the queen.