The Case for All-Weather Climbing 1735 words/15 minutes “In the Golden Age of climbing, before the ascendency of the rock jock, no climber worth his salt would allow a little rain to deprive him of a days outing. A pint, or six, at the end of a day on the rock is to be encouraged.Continue reading “Climbing in the Rain”
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Partners for Life
15 minutes I once said to a long standing climbing partner, ‘We’ve spent some of the best days of our lives together’, he looked at me with surprise, paused for a few moments and then replied, ‘You’re right we have!’ A climbing partner shares some of our greatest moments: the excitement, the fun and theContinue reading “Partners for Life”
Norway, Let the Last Whales Live!
As I swung dangerously out across the water, I hoped I had properly proteced my rope from wearing on the bridge above. We were protesting Norwegian whale hunting with Greenpeace…
Himalayan Institute of Mountaineering-3
Knots in Manali, and War with Pakistan 15 Minutes [Following our ascent of a 17,000 foot ridge overlooking Tibet, we return for exams at the Himalayan Institute of Mountaineering, Manali.] We packed up our tents at high camp, leaving three foot high pedestals of snow where our tents had stood, showing us how much theContinue reading “Himalayan Institute of Mountaineering-3”
Bear Hunting, Goat Sausage and Views Over Tibet
The Himalayan Institute of Mountaineering Part 2 20 minutes. Part 1: A Princess Or An Ice Axe is the first piece on the blog. If you haven’t read it, now is the time. After ten days at the Himalayan Institute of Mountaineering, we set off to continue our training in the mountains. The day afterContinue reading “Bear Hunting, Goat Sausage and Views Over Tibet”
Of Pulque and Popo:
After enjoying Mexico’s cactus beer, I decided to climb the volcano that towers over Mexico city. Then, dammit, I did it again, But as Hericlitis said, you never climb the same mountain twice.
A Princess or an ice-axe?
The Himalayan Institute of Mountaineering, Manali Part 1 Simon Waters I was sitting looking into the beautiful brown eyes of a stunning, sari-clad princess, at a party in Dehli, when my father came up. “There is someone over here I think you ought to meet”. “I’ll just be a few minutes Jake”, I replied, andContinue reading “A Princess or an ice-axe?”
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