Saturday, April 5, 2008

Sarentino opening hours

As the weather is still not too hot, the rock is cold in the shadow. We have not yet reached the level to care about the fact that the friction is stronger when the fingers are completely cold, therefore we long for the sun just like lizards and snakes do. So sun is at work there from about 11:30 to 15:00.

Monday, March 3, 2008

To call each thing by its right name


I was thinking about the climbing wall near Bolzano. We call it "the wall near Bolzano". Maybe it has a name? Or if it hasn't maybe we could scratch our heads a little and think of one? One step further would be the route names. Does anybody know them? I guess there have been some names written, but time, rain and wind has deleted them by now. Please help us to call them by their right name!

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Pecularities of the sun



That b---- (Vlad you know which word it is) is very cunning. Instead of showing up on the climbing wall in Sarentino at ten, just like in October, she decides to show up at 12. How lazy! And the rock so cold! First the cold bites, then it bites your fingers away, and you can't feel them anymore. Very wicked!

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

What's Bugging You?

Shadows climbing the walls
So we of course we went to check out the wall near Bolzano. The most interesting thing was to find out if we are still able to climb the routes we used to climb in autumn. And it appears we still can! However it ain't easy, especially the long wide move on the most difficult track.
But something is different there indeed. No, not those many (up to 11 so far) people who gather to watch us climbing. It is bugs! Hairy, 3-4 cm long black bees that live in the crack of the rightmost track. They live there and when we climb they look at us! When I put the fingers in the crack I feel like I am invading someone's home, as they are just an inch away from the fingers. The most scary thing is that they have made some yellow slime inside, which looks so repellent, that one has to cling to the rock not to fall away.
From now on, when I think about climbing there, I always remember the bugs!

New season

Our beautiful rope
We have just started the new season with full set of climbing gear, which now includes also our own rope and quickdraws. What could be better than freedom to climb?

Monday, January 21, 2008

How do you count time?

Climbers do not count time in days or weeks, indeed. It is useless notion for them. Instead, you could sometimes hear such expressions as: "Oh, it was long time ago I went climbing, I had to cut my nails four times!". So the currency of time in climbing is the nails. You can't climb with long nails, so if you climb often, they never happen to grow long as you cut them all the time. But if you are taking a break, you will have to deal with the nail cutting as it is not comfortable to wait until you would be climbing again!
So let me explain the meaning of such expressions:
"I had to cut the nails once" - at least a week has passed (unless you were drinking a lot, as then they grow faster), almost no impact for you climbing skills.
"I had to cut nails twice" - you will not be able to do some things you did well before.
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"I had to cut nails five times" - you will get thoughts like "what I am doing here" while climbing.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

England is funny but...



Sometimes she scares me...
So, happy new year. We are finally sober and drunk again, in the right course of the year so to say.
The stuff I wanted to tell you guys about was the travel we made in South England just before the new year. You wouldn't believe, but the weather was perfectly warm and nice, no strong winds or rains. Our brains were spelled with the magnificent views of the sea. I have never seen such a landscape - beautiful cliffs just above the sea and countryside landscapes on the other side. It is a hobbit land, it is. We felt like hobbits traveling with some mission. Well, Marius had to be a megahobbit, but it did not change the feeling.
The trees looked like women with long hair, who stand in the wind and keeping the hair with their arms so that they could see where they were going and stoned in this position through the ages.