Climbing with the baby

Getting the opportunity to climb has been hard. Our baby is unpredictable, barely sleeps in the day unless she’s asleep on my chest which doesn’t really allow for climbing… But we go when we can. Usually once a week. Like everything else we’ve found a system: we boulder and pass the baby between us, rope with a sitter who is at the wall or leave her with a sitter for an hour and rope. I long for a time where she’ll join in and we can all go together! The reality is far from what I imagined, hours spent bouldering each week alone this winter whilst the baby sleeps snug I’m the pram by the mats. Not gonna happen!

I’ve managed to get some sort of standard back. I have some of my strength, just lacking a bit in my super stretched out core and my fingers! I am missing endurance too but that won’t be back for a while, I don’t go often or for long enough to get that back just yet. I have some of my leading confidence back. I think exercising until the end of my pregnancy helped. I was at aqua aerobics the day before I went into labour. I love exercise.

Taz goes occasionally without me, this is his time to spend all night chatting and working routes. When we go its just climb, climb, climb. No time to ponder on a harder route. We squash everything we can into that hour!

Sometimes I go on my own during the day if I have a sitter. By sitter I mean Laura or my mum. My sitters have allowed me to continue being myself, to stay sane and feel good about myself. How people manage without good people around them I don’t know? They do have a gym cr√®che but I couldn’t think of anything worse. Half the time I’m crying when I leave her with Laura or my mum, probably more than half the time. Pathetic really! But it’s the breastfeeding aspect. She feeds sporadically and not from a bottle so I worry when I’m not there. So I prefer to have her with me just in case.

I have also managed to fit a few classes in to help with fitness, like a toning class or body pump or circuit training. So normally I get 1 class and 1 climb in a week. Doesn’t sound much but it makes all the difference to me. Also managed a 20 mile bike ride a few weekends ago (left baby for 1 hour 40 mins which is the longest stint yet). Considering Evelyn is only 4 months and typically seems to time her most horrific sleeps to the night before we’ve arranged to climb, I’m doing OK. I climb with bags under my eyes. I’m probably unsafe to belay! And yep I have a wobbly belly where I carried Evelyn for 9 months but the weight has gone and I couldn’t be happier. I could be spending this time catching up on sleep or doing housework but this time is precious and I’d rather climb. It makes me happy.

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Mini Wolstencroft

This is a travel blog. A climbing blog. But there’s no denying a mention that we’re also parents now too. Its my birthday tomorrow and our baby will be 12 weeks old. Travel, climbing and a baby are our future, they all mesh together now and will make for interesting writing…

Evelyn arrived a day early. One minute I’m pregnant and the next I have another person permenantly attached for the foreseeable future. I have a whole other devoted to the baby blog.

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Evelyn is firmly glued to my side 99% of the time because breastfeeding is tying. Its the way it should be but it is exhausting so we’ve got a few little strategies to cope with that because she won’t take a bottle of expressed milk. I don’t blame her. I have a bath or catch up on house work when Taz gets home and walks the dog with baby in the sling. I sometimes get chance to swim when Laura sit in the gyms cafe where I can be waved out if needed, or run for 20 minutes if she’s fed and happy when Taz is home, or climb while others are entertaining the baby in the same room. We even boulder just the 2 of us, one climbs and the other entertains. Where there’s a will there’s a way.

It has taken 12 weeks to feel like a balanced human being, with more sleep and a bit of time for exercise.

Mini wolstencroft will be traveling. It’s just a question of when. She will spend quite some time playing with sand in south East Asian countries. We are drawn to this part of the world.

For the remainder of this year we’re grounded. We’re at centre Parcs for a few days between Christmas and New year, including our first wedding anniversary.

Next year were going to Italy for Sarah’s wedding. I’m going on hols to Greece with my mum, sister, niece and of course Evelyn who will be 9 months old I think… Maybe another couple of trips in there too. In the mean time we’re saving for a bigger adventure! We think 2017, before Evelyn is 2 so we can save on a seat price and have a numb lap instead ūüėČ

This is a small post for 12 weeks! But pictures say 1000 words so here’s a few of the little beauty!

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Getting ready for babies arrival… And my climbing decline

Jemma here. Since my last post, much has happened! All of this is on the baby blog in great (and probably boring week by week) detail. But to summarise:

  • I’ve sprouted a BIG belly and it still has 7+ weeks left of growing to do, I’m 33 weeks pregnant now (well, tomorrow…)
  • We’ve been planning for our future, sorted a few financial things out, the main one being a good mortgage deal for our house.
  • I’ve been talking Taz into travelling one way or another with our baby when she’s 2 or 3.
  • I stopped climbing and I’m ok with it!

When I last posted I was a newlywed, and I felt like morning sickness had completely taken over my life and would never subside. Thankfully it did give up at around 13-14 weeks and I’ve been quite comfortable since. I’ve been very active and feeling “normal”. I did get back into climbing in my second trimester when I wasn’t sick any more, I swam and did yoga and also did kettle bells, went to the gym etc. Here’s a summary in photo’s of the “second trimester”:

I just about got used to the idea of being pregnant when the third and final trimester rolled around. This is when the heaviness and sleeplessness started to set in and my exercise is now limited to swimming, yoga and walking. This was a good time to go to Tunisia with Laura and Lily! So we went for a week of sunshine and all inclusiveness. It was really nice.

So here’s the climbing story: I stopped bouldering immediately, stopped leading at 20 weeks and stopped roping all together at 22. Traversed up to 26 weeks:

  • 5 weeks ‚Äď Emotional and crying on the lead rope that I was going to lose my climbing ability forever, shaky and weak. My head had gone, I was scared. So I stopped bouldering and leading because I was scared of falling. I’d heard about the placenta being ripped away from the uterus wall through sport and this terrified me (irrationally) although there wasn’t much of anything even there yet.
  • 6-10 weeks ‚Äď No climbing, very sick, exhausted and weak.
  • 11-18 weeks ‚Äď Back from 5/6 weeks off. Weak from time off but motivated, not scared. After a few weeks back I can still flash my¬†usual 6b+ level, still trying harder routes on the top rope. Leading confidence back. Full body harness from 15 weeks. Presuming the crying and fear of the earlier days came from initial baby hormones! And shock. Now feeling unstoppable.
  • 19-20 weeks ‚Äď Only leading the easiest of routes (Up to 6a+). Can still do 6b+ level on top rope but anything harder feels impossible, probably down to loss of strength through not bouldering, and not pushing myself as much.
  • 21 weeks ‚Äď Just top roping now but the downside is the top rope walls are slabby and my bump gets in the way so routes feel harder, I‚Äôd still be able to top rope lead walls but have no-one to put the rope up for me ‚Äď injured partner!
  • 22 weeks ‚Äď Last top roped climb. The small foot holds scare me as if I slipped there’s a good chance I’d land belly first on the wall.
  • 23-25 weeks ‚Äď No climbing, partner still injured and no motivation for slab walls.
  • 26 weeks ‚Äď 15 minute continual traverse on the steep wall. This was possible, extra weight is obvious in how hard it feels. lots of rests and shaking off on the wall. I could keep this up a while longer but it’s boring and seems pointless, also hard to find a quiet time when I can traverse.

I thought I’d be flying up routes at 40 weeks but this isn’t how it happened for me and I’m ok with that. It felt pointless after 20 weeks really because I couldn’t put the effort in that I wanted to without compromising myself and my bump. I’ve found other things to do that are insanely boring (apart from walking the dogs, I like that) but keep me active. I plan on using some maternity time to take the baby to the wall during the day, which in my experience in my student days means I’ll have it to myself probably.

The third trimester (so far) in photo’s:

We’re in Germany for Taz’s 32nd birthday this year while we’re over for Craig and Doerthe’s wedding. We are on our way there now, going for 4 days and staying in Doerthe’s mums b&b. Should be a really nice break together and I’ve no doubt the last before¬†the baby’s here ūüôā

So here’s me a few days ago. I don’t know what I’ll look like in 7 weeks time!

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Florida, Marriage, Babies

A lot has happened since we went on that camper trip back in August last year.

  • Taz cycled from London to Paris
  • We went on holiday¬†to Florida
  • We got pregnant (I have a separate blog for the baby www.ablogforourbaby.wordpress.com)
  • We got married

Blogs about London to Paris (if I can get Taz to knuckle down and write one), Florida and getting married are still to come, but here’s the one about our baby!¬†This blog post will probably be very very boring to people that don’t climb. DSC08257 I reached a point where a baby came up all the time in conversation with Taz. It sounds terrible to some people, but climbing was one of the main reasons I kind of dreaded ever having a baby, that and limited/awkward travel. Not just because it’s a sport I like but because it’s my lifestyle. Such a short break sets you back at least twice as long as you’ve had off, how long would a baby set me back? Would we be able to have random adventurous climbing holidays the way we do now? And what if something went wrong and I never went back? But I got over it with positivity. Lots of people carry on, lots go back and if worst comes to it, what’s more important in the grand scheme of things? I found my peace with having a baby through¬†blogs about pregnant climbers and parent climbers and on youtube. And my mum did say having a baby was a whole new adventure!

Cimbing this autumn in Wales helping a friend with his photography project.

Climbing this autumn in Wales helping a friend with his photography project.

One of the first blogs I found was this: Crush Crux. This is where I learned about the first harness designed for pregnant people – The Mountain Mama. The woman who wrote it, Cate has the philosophy that¬†“at the end of nine months, I will ask my body to do one of the most physically demanding actions I will ever ask it to do. So why would I spend the months leading up to that moment letting my fitness and strength decline?”¬†I was also reassured to read that she shrugged off negativity about climbing pregnant and that there was a specific harness that would allow me to carry on safely and comfortably. If MadRock make maternity harnesses, climbing with a bump must be ok and becoming more common. I had visions of me hiding my bump and only climbing when it was really quiet, to avoid people voicing their opinions at me – our climbing hall is full of observing parents who sit watching¬†while their children have lessons. I was worried about an audience of disproving looks. But they don’t climb, they don’t know about the good it does for your mind and body and how addictive it is. I dug a little bit deeper and found this on youtube: a professional climber call Carrie Cooper, who climbed right past her due date. Her relaxed attitude is¬†cool. She has climbed for 10 years and didn’t intend on stopping unless her body said so because she loves everything about it so much. This cemented the idea that I’d be ok. As if this wasn’t inspirational enough, I saw another video shortly after of the same lady going on a climbing trip with another mum. Then I saw a very pregnant climber at my local wall, the only one I’ve ever seen climbing with a bump in the flesh. I took it as a sign. Normal people can do it too. Her husband had her on a tight top rope and she breezed the wall, clearly doing what she has always done. 10736005_10152880498103760_791500471_n A¬†couple of days¬†after getting back from Florida I went climbing. I was feeling lazy. After 2 full weeks off and only doing a couple of sessions prior to this with all the wedding planning getting in the way, motivation was low. So when I struggled to get up the wall and was easily tired I put it down to this. In the following weeks pure exhaustion set in, a constant head ache plagued me and I was finding getting through my working day with my eyes open really hard. Then I found out I was 4 weeks pregnant.

I was 9 weeks pregnant at my hen do:

Maybe the only time you’ll see Taz in a dress:

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I was also really ill from the day after my hen party and this stayed all over Christmas: a flu bug and then continual raging morning sickness to go with it. I was in bed for 5 days solid, completely out of it.¬†The thought of tea and coffee made me feel sick. I don’t know if it was the baby or the cut down from 10 brews a day to none that gave me the first migraines of my life. I have a separate baby blog.

We got married on 29th December, 10 weeks into growing a baby. Our wedding day was beautiful and I don’t think our ceremony could have been any more special. When we get our professional photo’s back, I’ll post a couple. 10906563_10153058270628760_4553543143758460738_n 10952362_10153101469353760_2232238196122654672_n We went away to Scotland for a mini break with the dogs where all I did was blissfully sleep the entire day. 10885377_10152443955326511_4440971759105877937_n I ordered the Mountain Mama from the USA to prepare for my climbing future. For those wondering how much it costs to get it to England, basically it was $120 to buy $20 to post and ¬£25 in taxes at the UK side to pick it up, so it was a ¬£120 investment by the time I got hold of it and it took just over 3 weeks to arrive. A tip from crushcrux though: ask your local wall if they’ll stock a MountainMama that you can rent, if you don’t want one of your own. 10950912_10153092228908760_1276876220_n I had to tell the children’s parents that I look after that I’d be having a year off from 17th July which is the start of the summer holidays. I plan to work every single day. I’m self employed, so if I’m off I’ve got to pay for the cover or organise refunds if I’m off and that’s just not practical when you’ve just paid for a wedding, as reasonably prices as it was. I also have my maternity to save for – you don’t get much being self employed but it’s nice that you can have some time off like most people. The MountainMama harness arrived so I will try this out – my ordinary harness still fits but for catching falls it’s better that it isn’t my waist taking the strain. I am hoping I’m still able to use this in Spring and early Summer when we go camping and and have the opportunity to climb outdoors. 10937435_10153103815143760_1636600530_n I’ll I’ll update the blog soon ūüôā Jemma x

A climbers life: Wales, England and France

We got home from our last big trip 15 months ago! Time flies.

But what’s weird is that we’ve just been getting on with life without me pecking Taz’s head to commit to more travel dreams. But it’s slowly creeping back now, phew. I feel as though another trip is in order but it will be at least a year away. Being attached to our home comforts and having to jack in all your financial security has held us back a bit firmer this time. There’s also an amazing Thai takeaway 5 minutes from our house so when I crave Thai food (this happens a LOT) I am satisfied immediately and I’m not drawn to flight websites as much.The lady that owns the place knows us well and just reminds me of what we loved about Thailand, we go 2 or 3 times a week sometimes. It’s really good and handy after a climb or swim when it’s late and you can’t be arsed cooking and you have the willpower to drive past the chippy. Chicken noodle soup is my ultimate favourite.

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Back in March we popped in to visit an old friend we met back in 2009 when we were climbing in Thailand. Johan is French, he lives in Grenoble and climbs 8a! He lives with his room mate Julian who is the man behind some of the best climbing films ever made. His company is Baraka Flims. We were in the presence of an idol. You don’t have to love climbing to be impressed by their creations. We spent the week in France, 2 nights with Johan where we did some trekking and indoor climbing (rain!) before driving to Ceuze and Sisteron to climb and stay in a rented farmhouse for 4 ¬†days. The walk in to Ceuze took us about 3 hours because we got lost and it was so steep my knees hurt for weeks afterwards. It was worth it just to see a few really famous climbs, like Biographie. Sisteron had a roadside crag, no snow, and was nice and warm. Big thumbs up! We squeezed in a quick drive (and speeding fine) to Marseilles for a day on the beach. Then back up to Johan’s to say bye and have a crazy night in a random drum and bass place where everyone was out in hoodies and trainers. I was surprised by how much I liked the place and the music. We were lucky with the weather, at sea level it reached about 15-20 degrees most days with virtually no rain so perfect for climbing, other than in Grenoble where it was none stop. We were invited to tag along to the Petzl rock trip happening later this year in Eastern Europe where Julian will be filming and as amazing as it sounds, realistically work won’t allow that to happen.

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We went to a random camping pod last month for a night away in York, and climbed at Harrogate climbing center on the way home. It was raining for a change. The pod was ace and is great to escape to for some peace and quiet. It’s adults only. Bliss.

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We went to Sheffield to watch CWIF again. We did one route at horseshoe quarry where we were rained off and it was so windy, so we spent a couple of hours in Awesome walls instead to finish off. We returned to Sheffield awesome walls a few weeks later to see off Jason and Sarah who are now in China and will be away travelling for a year. They have a blog and it’s awesome. They met our friends from our local wall, John and Sarah whilst in the Rusty Bolt Bar in Yangshuo, they are away for 2 years going to similar places I think, but had never actually met before. Small world.

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But anyway we’ve been climbing… a lot! We’ve dabbled at Denham quarry¬†and¬†I led my first trad route “Mohammed the Morbid Mogul” a Severe 4a route. We climbed at¬†Anglezarke¬†and I lead “Metamorphosis”, a VS 4c which I loved and a few others that were less memorable.

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We’ve been sport climbing in North Wales again. Our mate Chris came with us this time. His first taste of real rock. He did good! It was really sunny. We did a couple of routes at Penmaen Head first and then headed round to Llandullas. We must be slightly better than last year because I remember crapping myself on a 6b called “White Man’s Burden” and couldn’t climb it so I was chuffed to get it this year. Although inside I’m sort of breaking barriers with my climbing indoors and I’m able to on-sight¬†pretty much anything below a 6c and redpoint up to 7a now, it’s nice to see this might be helping me grow bigger balls for outside. We chilled at the top of Llandullas cave with some ciders afterwards and then stopped at the chippy on the way back to the A55 and sat outside. It was a really nice day out, I enjoyed everything about it.

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Llanddulas Cave @ Forgotten Sun Area. The climb is “The Man With The India-Rubber Head” 15m 6a *

 

Penmaenrhos Wall at Penmaen Head. The climb is "Helyg Crack" 12m 6a *

Penmaenrhos Wall at Penmaen Head. The climb is “Helyg Crack” 12m 6a *

 

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Our mate Chris on Penmaenrhos Wall at Penmaen Head. The climb is “Red Handed” 12m 6a

We have had the opportunity to take my cousins Becky and Ben climbing outdoors too which was nice. We got a nice night after work at Anglezarke and set up a couple of top ropes. They climb on a Monday night with me indoors and they seem to be loving it as much as me.

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Ben on “Metamorphosis” at Anglezarke, a VS 4C route

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Becky on “Metamorphosis” at Anglezarke, a VS 4C route

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This bank holiday just gone we went down to Tremadog to camp with Joel and Mike who we met briefly at John and Sarah’s leaving do a few months back (now in China). I built my first belay station from just nuts (not a bolt in sight!!), eek! And I led my first multi-pitch climb which was also trad. Routes completed include¬†Merlin (Hvs 5a), One step in the clouds Vs 4c), Christmas curry (Hs 4b) and Poor man’s putrid (S). The camp site belongs to Eric Jones who’s now an OAP but in his time he soloed the Eigre and was (and still is, I believe) a base jumping enthusiast. What a legend!¬†He was hanging around the cafe at breakfast so I said hello, and he said he liked my bike ūüôā

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The route is “Poor Man’s Peuterey” a Servere 55 meter route which we did in 3 pitches, Taz led the first, I did the traverse and Taz led the last, pictured here on the last leg.

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We discovered LLanberis¬†slate too whilst driving home from Tremadog. A spectacular sight. We got a few routes done. Started with a 4+ called “Titan”. A low grade, yes but this was our first time on slate and I didn’t want to jump straight into the 6’s like a blind maniac. The 4+ was called Titan in the Never Never Land area, pretty straight forward! We did the 6a+ next to this next, called “Zeus”. It had one slightly tougher move that felt a tiny bit exposed but more because there was that much wind blasting down the wall you felt you were going to get blow off it. Next we headed away from the wind and down to California, the Tambourine Man Area where we had a brew and a pot of porridge before climbing “We No Speak Americano”, a sweet 6a with a daring crux that involved a thigh grip for me around a block, shuffling up to reach a great ledge.¬†It was a cool¬†day. I couldn’t believe our surroundings, so beautiful. Climbing on slate is a brand new experience for us and we liked it. The sharp edges, cracks and clean cut ledges were amazing to see and have a go on. It got late in the day, we had the bank holiday traffic to contend with so headed home via McDonalds at around 6pm.

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Jemma belaying Joel on “We No Speak Americano”

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With all this adventure and general enjoyment of being in England and mini trips at the moment it’s easy to get comfy. And I’m enjoying life here at the moment, and other than the stress of looking after other people’s babies, I feel content, eek. If we don’t set a future travelling plan of action into stone just yet, I’m 30 the¬†year after next so I’m hopeful that as a last resort a mid life crisis will happen and will spur me on and even more amazing things will happen! The most important thing is that we love what we’re doing and we make happen whatever it is that we want to happen. And at the moment it seems a 3/4 week break each year will suffice and provide ample adventure.

Jemma x

Europe Climbing Road Trip

Last week 6 of us embarked on an 8 day road trip. The intention of the trip was to drive all the way to Stuttgart to watch the invitation only Adidas Rockstars bouldering competition and stop off at Amsterdam to see the city on the way there and Belgium on the way back for climbing. My good friend Sarah who’s always visited when we’re travelling and is a good beginner climber came along with us and Taz’s friend Rick who used to climb. This is the first time I’ve done anything like this with my little brother Harry in tow and Taz’s little brother Tom! The Hull-Rotterdam ferry route was the most convenient.

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DSC04696 DSC04692 DSC04685 DSC04681 DSC04676 DSC04672The apartment we’d booked was 360 Euro’s for 2 nights and I was hoping it would be nice – you never know with an apartment… But I needn’t worry because it was beautiful, spacious, clean and in a really good (silent) location only 2 mins walk to the tram stop that takes you straight to the center. There were 2 bedrooms and a sofa bed ready made in the open plan living room. The balcony area with candles and a log burner just made it perfect! It was ideal for 6. It even had a washing machine with powder and a dishwasher with tablets (impressed!!) I highly recommend this place – it’s called Nicholaas Beets. Bringing 2 days worth of full english with us in a cooler box was my best idea yet. Mmmm.

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As recommended by the lovely owner who’s saxophone shop is below, we ate at the pub at the end of the road.

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DSC04847DSC04875 DSC04920And so we move on to Stuttgart but not before the almost 400 mile journey. Planned to take 6 hours – actually took 10. I didn’t know there were so many road works in Germany. I also didn’t know (maybe there’s a motorway we didn’t find) that most of the way was 2 lanes, not 3. Ouch.

DSC04933 DSC04941 DSC04940The hotel in Stuttgart was the basic but reasonable Hotel Astoria am Urachplatz. 340 Euro’s for 2 tripple rooms and parking for 2 nights. We checked in, had an animated discussion with a Chinese man about the bus into town for food and were on our way. Starving!

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I had a bit of a tired and hungry bitch about where to eat with the closing time clock ticking at 10.30pm – nobody but me being decisive about where to get food other than not wanting to eat at the noodle bar we were stood next to… the joys of group travel ūüėČ We finally found somewhere we all “didn’t mind” around 11pm and had pasta in a pasta place…

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This is me in a mood…

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This is me cheered up…

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We found a really nice place to sit outside a bar that night and watch a stream of rather posh cars and some boy racers go past. You could kind of tell we were in the place that makes Merc’s and Porsche.

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Despite me insisting these were not anal probes, the boys theory was more fun.

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DSC05024The next morning whilst Sarah sought out a very important football match in an Irish pub the rest of us visited the Mercedes Museum. It was better than a thought, in a really impressive building where even the lift was a bit space age.

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Down the road at the Porsche Arena we nipped in to make sure we weren’t missing anything cool. We were! But it was alright we had plenty of time to visit all the exhibitions including the slack line, squeeze test, table challenge, portable ledge thingy and had a peek at the bouldering wall prior to the main event.

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The sports bar was calling so we nipped in for a few beers and a salad and saw Sasha DiGiulian in there with other climbers. I so wanted to ask her for a picture but she was eating so I left her alone! Times flies and we rushed into the stadium again to get front row standing. Slap bang in the middle for the best possible view.

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The competition was all in German (obviously) which was a bit annoying after a bit but it didn’t take from the atmosphere of the place, especially in the super final where Shauna Coxsey from England was competing against Julianne Wurm from Germany. Shauna lost (and it really did look like a fix to please the German crowd) but it was cool to watch anyway.

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We are in the official video at least once cheering, you can see us at 9 seconds in here on the front row. We spotted a few other from people that we usually see on the Sheffield climbing scene, so that was nice. I love it. It was worth the drive!

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I was happy to get a photo with Akiyo Noguchi after she failed to meet the Super Final and was right behind us in the crowd. She’s a really impressive climber.

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The next day we set off for the second long drive of the trip to Freyr De Rocher in Belgium where we’d booked a 3 bedroom cabin in the countryside which I was describing to everyone as “like center parcs but not as posh”. The drive which should have been 5 hours max again took more than 8 thanks to German road works and diversions. I couldn’t care less though, I was expecting a drive and was just glad to be going to a place we could climb on some great rock! We stopped off in Luxembourg for coffee. Once in Belgium we bought sausages, a sack of spuds and a big tin of peas from a convenience store, checked in after some confusion about how the hell to get in and made a nice tea.

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With every intention of getting an early night to be ready for a full day of climbing I went to bed with Taz around midnight but unfortunately the rest of the group kept us wide awake until well after 3am ūüė¶ We should have known, being the only really motivated climbers on the trip! At 7am when the alarm went off I was pretty much instantly really pissed off right up until we reached the burnt down Chamonix Cafe, parked up and headed down the hill towards the crag. Only a 10 minute drive but also a 10 minute walk down steep and slippery ground meant that we were pretty much well warmed when we reached one of the walls.

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I started with a very easy looking edge so that we’d be able to put in a top rope for the rest of the group who were sat on deck chairs whiffing of booze. We abandoned this half way up when many wasps were seen flying in and out of a large hole just a couple of meters from where I was putting a quick-draw in. I bailed out and we moved on. No Thailand bee attack repeat here! The wasps must have been agitated that I was there because one came over to me and several more came out of the hole but there had been no sign of them before this. Wise decision I think. And only ¬£3 of gear left in the wall this time!

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By this point Tom and Harry had retreated up the hill to a restaurant and didn’t come back for 3 hours, Sarah had gone to sleep the whole day off in the van. Leaving me, Taz and Rick. The next route we did was I think a 6a or a 6a+ and slightly steep wall but with really good holds. The rock was a similar climbing style to the beautifully shaped limestone in Krabi. Taz led this no problem so I had a lead after him and found it a walk in the park physically but a nice climb overall and although the top was trickier than the rest I flashed it and was pleased.

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Upping my grade indoors to be able to flash 6b+ leading comfortably, regularly trying the 7’s and climbing lots outside recently has really paid off and I was quietly having my own little personal party that I was able to do well on so little sleep!

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We borrowed a Guide book from the only other people at the crag, a couple from Sheffield! We moved onto a nice 6a+ with a tricky start (if you have no technique). It was a beautiful climb. After Taz led this route I top roped it in 1 go with no rests. It was starting to rain and I didn’t want to get stuck at the top where there were 4 meter run outs and have to send Taz up again to finish it. I’m happy I could have led this but it’s always a gamble when the rain’s coming and you’re short on time.

Taz did an amazing job that day, he has always been able to do longer run outs and generally has more balls than me. He’s inspirational to watch and he’s improved so much in the last few years since we started trying hard early, in preparation for the trip we did to Yangshuo¬†last year. I love having him as a climbing partner and he’s endlessly patient if I start crapping myself part way through. He’s a good climber but thankfully doesn’t openly brag about himself, he just gets on with it. This is why we work so well.

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Tom reappeared wanting to climb as we were about to pack up and leave, but unfortunately still being drunk meant he couldn’t get off the ground either.

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Taz was on another harder climb and then the rain really threatened to wipe us out so we headed up to the van, having had nothing but half a croissant and a cup of fruity tea all day, it was time to call it TEA TIME!

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The next day it was seriously raining so we headed to the ferry and went home. We had planned a multi-pitch but rain is rain and there’s nothing you can do about it. To be honest we were pretty sore anyway from the walking up and down the hill to the crag!

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The all you can eat buffet on the ferry went down well. I could have sat in there all night if they let you!¬†The rest of the group didn’t go to sleep and drank until 6am and the ferry docked at 8. I just can’t do this to my body anymore, I’m more of a “few beers” kind of girl. And I love my sleep.

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Great 8 days.

8 totally different days ūüôā

Where to next Taz??

Macau – Yanghsuo – Hong Kong – Manila – Cebu!!

Jemma here…

I‚Äôve got a lot to write about to follow from Taz‚Äôs post‚Ķ. including dancing in Macau, being banned from¬†Facebook¬†for 2 weeks, peeing in public view, mountains of climbing, a climbing legends watering hole, China‚Äôs version of ‚Äúporridge‚ÄĚ, being¬†sardined¬†in Hong Kong and feeling really really intimidated in Manila. Oh and getting robbed just one more time‚Ķ¬†Sorry if this is a bit muddled, loads has happened in a few weeks and my typing may be a little bit random as memories flood back…

Macau

We arrived Macau 8.30pm on Wednesday night¬†and was on the swanky complimentary bus to the Sheraton at 9pm. I’ve never been on a posher coach in my life.

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First thing to note here in Macau on leaving the¬†airport¬†is the cool air, it’s getting late and we’re still in Chiang Mai gear (shorts and t-shirt). It was refreshing to be cool. We’d booked the Sheraton on a cafe’s wifi at Chiang Mai airport. I knew¬†our options¬†were either complete dives also used as horrid brothels in Macau, or expensive hotels. There was no way I was spending 1, never mind 2 nights in a brothel so we splashed on an 80 quid a night 5* instead… it was 60+ for the 3* holiday¬†Inn so I thought it was worth the extra.¬†We checked in – everything in our room was marble and all fancy! Downstairs there were amazing Christmas decorations and even a real ginger bread house!
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Sheraton Macau
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We got a bath and had food court style food.
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We went out to a night club called club cubic in hard rock cafe’s hotel¬†and met¬†Duncan¬†from Perth (Oz) and Marco from Serbia. They were¬†hilarious. 200¬†Macau dollars to get in, about 15 quid. It was ladies night, so free for me and I got quite a few free drinks. At around 11pm¬†it was dead and I thought, for god sake, where’s the dancing at. Around 12 it all kicked off, there was a really good DJ on (not a Chinese one!). ¬†We spent a small fortune on this night out, but sometimes, it’s got to be done. We had 2 nights in Macau and it’s not likely that we’ll come back so you’ve got to just go for it sometimes! This is a place for really rich people. Chinese businessmen in suits rented booths with a¬†view of the dance floor for 6000¬†Macau¬†dollars which is about 450 quid or more, and then they get to drink 6000¬†Macau¬†dollars worth of drinks so basically they all have a bottle of champers in¬†their hands to try and get their moneys worth. When someone orders¬†champagne¬†they bring¬†something¬†that looks like a flare over with it to drawn attention to¬†whoever ordered it. Weird. Anyway the dancing was good and we left in the early hours.
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Disappointingly a drill was being used in the room above at about 9am when I should have been sleeping off a hangover! But this motivated us to go out and see the city, but because¬†it’s not often you see a bathtub whilst backpacking so we made the most of the¬†kettle with¬†real¬†English¬†tea bags and had¬†a brew in the bath before a day of sightseeing!!!! We dragged our hangover first to¬†McDonald’s¬†where they¬†serve¬†breakfast¬†all day (bloody brilliant)¬†and then wandered all around Macau’s famous Venetian hotel taking millions of pictures. The canals inside the hotels are just like the pictures…
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The resorts are connected by luxury¬†shopping malls so it’s possible to walk through loads of casino’s, loads of shops, hotels¬†and attractions without ever actually having to go outside… But this comes at a considerable cost. It’s about ten quid for a couple of scoops of ice cream. We craved a cake one night and they were all about a fiver for a thin slither!
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You’re trapped though, there is no street food here, no stalls, no sign of poorer people anywhere, actually. We probably didn’t venture far enough but we only had 2 days so settled for pricier stuff. The people working here are really nice and genuinely helpful, but you get what you pay for and¬†we’d paid 5*… We had to ask 3/4 people how you say hello in Chinese¬†before¬†somebody knew what we were talking about, because the staff there are from Nepal/India/Vietnam etc. They flood in for the jobs in the good hotels and most speak English but not Chinese!¬†We went back to the Venetian’s light and sound show at around 10pm that night. It’s really nicely done up at the moment, they have covered loads of it with artificial snow, fairy lights,¬†Christmas¬†trees and some of the fanciest looking huge decorations I’ve ever seen.
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If you like winter wonderland theme, you’ll like it here. And we saw a wedding couple having pictures taken! We need to plan our wedding soon…!

Friday comes and it’s time to check out  We’re out of the room by around 11am and we leave our bags with the bell boys?! (all this 5* stuff is foreign to me!!) We go back over to the Venetian where they have a Titanic exhibition for the 100 years since the sinking. It was pretty good, there were some replica corridors on the ship that you could go through and it felt like you were on a ship, and a huge block of ice at 0 degrees and it said the sea water that the ship sank in was 2 degrees colder but didn’t freeze obviously because it had salt in it. You had to touch the ice and see how long you could keep your hand on it. I lasted about 4 seconds. No wonder so many people died! There were all sorts of artifacts that had been dredged up from the bottom on display. We spent around 3 hours in the exhibition. My Dad would have loved it and I’m sure he’d have spent even longer soaking up all the information in there!

Overall Macau was nice to experience. But it‚Äôs one of those places we‚Äôll not make the effort to come back to. Once is enough. It‚Äôs too ‚Äúfake‚ÄĚ and set up for tourists. There‚Äôs no real China here.

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Moving to Mainland China

We rushed back to the hotel and a bell boy walked with us to the other side of the hotel where we could get our free shuttle to a place called Zhuhai or¬†something¬†where we could cross the border into mainland China. I was hoping all would be well getting in and that our visas were 100% etc after all the fuss to get them! So this was about 3pm and our shuttle takes 20 minutes. We were dropped off and through Macau’s exit and China’s entrance within about an hour. Taz ran over to the China Bank and withdraws 200 quid which got us about¬†2000 Chinese yen.¬†We get¬†a 30 minute taxi through traffic for about 50 yen, a fiver. We passed a lady moving slowly along on her motorbike which had a large platform extended onto the back of it, with chickens in cages on one side and a boiling pot on the other. The bus to Yangshuo leaves a couple of hours after we get there so we buy our ticket, and settle in to the bus terminal with a can of beer each from the fridge. The tickets to Yangshuo are just under 20 quid each and takes around 12 hours. The bus left at around 8pm, it was supposed to be 7.30pm but that’s no big deal. I have a feeling what might have happened was the bus didn’t know we’d bought a ticket and drove past us. Because at 8pm they ushered us into an electric powered tuk tuk and after 10 minutes we arrived at a petrol station where the bus had pulled in. When we got in our beds were the only 2 left, 2 top bunks right at the back but next to each other. It’s not bad because this sleeper bus wasn’t just a reclining seat it’s a purpose built sleeper bus with about 20 beds in it in 3 columns down the bus. I got a middle column so I had Taz on one side and a random Chinese man on the other. Cozy! You get a big wooly blanket and there’s plenty of room to move about if you’re my 5 foot 5 height, Taz was comfy too. At around 11pm the bus stopped and everyone was ordered to get out and the bus door is shut behind you. I followed everyone in the direction of the “loo” and I see a narrow building with a channel of around 15 meters stretched out with women crouching over it in full view. There’s a concrete wall of around 1 meter in height between stalls to provide you with some dignity but all I can say is thank god it was dark because while you crouch you can see the guys coming out of the¬†men’s¬†and it’s all just a bit gross. The pee or whatever is deposited in the channel just floats down to the drain at the end. No sink. No surprise. This was a priceless, exciting experience for me which might sound a bit strange but it’s just a memory you can’t find on any other type of holiday!! I was secretly hoping we’d see something like this after hearing from other travelers ūüôā Then we stood about for around half an hour at the bus in the nice cool air. What’s weird is nobody is talking to each other. Around 20 passengers and bus drivers all stood there in silence. Only clicking of phones can be heard. We’d heard about this from traveler friends, speaking isn’t the primary communication method in China anymore – it’s via phone texting and apps! Then they open the doors, we all file on and have what was actually a really good sleep. The “loo” I experienced was the only no doored loo I saw in China. But that’s ok, once was enough.

Yangshuo

We spent I think 9 or 10 nights in Yangshuo. At about 7.30am we arrived in the town. The cool air swarms you as you get off the bus and into this beautiful mountainous place. There’s tall, narrow, limestone peaks in every direction and you just know the¬†climbing’s¬†going to be good.

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There’s so much to say about Yangshuo I hope I can remember it all after leaving 5 days ago… Unlike many places on this trip Yangshuo’s a place we’ll visit again. We got dropped outside what I think was called the Comfort city Inn so we checked in there for 24 quid and slept until about 3pm, but not before logging in to the wifi and discovering that the myth is true, the Chinese government do what they can to restrict your web access and we wont be able to use¬†Facebook¬†or our blog whilst we’re here. The noise we could here outside that sounded like a ground breaker was in fact one of these:¬†http://youtu.be/OPs46flaxx4

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When we got up we headed out for food and stopped at a place with lots of food pictures up in it with a coffee outlet attached. Taz ordered rice with pork on it and I ordered 3 flavor porridge… Taz’s looked ok, it was boney pork, they cook everything on the bone here and cleaver it up and put it on your food. You want to see the state of the table’s after the Chinese leave the restaurant, there’s bits of bones and stuff all over the table, they make no effort to leave it in a neat pile or on a spare plate, it’s just spat out all over the place. My porridge arrived and it was like something out of I’m a celebrity. A dish of runny transparent¬†greyish¬†jelly with a bit of rice in it and plenty of what looked like the leftover bits of different animals, like bits of heart and artery walls or something. But treating it as one of those things you’ll remember forever I sipped up the salty gray liquid and chewed on a couple of¬†pieces¬†of “meat” and make a mental note to tell everyone via the blog because you¬†can’t¬†get stories like this back home ūüôā

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Outside the cafe type place we head to “west street” because I remember my friend Sarah telling me this was the tourist area. It was a pleasant 15 minute walk to this area. When you get there it’s like oh my god this is where all the people are. At the top is¬†McDonald’s¬†and KFC and down the street there’s stall after stall selling all sorts, restaurants and tour shops everywhere and loads of¬†Chinese¬†restaurants. There’s 3 or more rock climbing shops in this area so we check them all out for replacement quick draws. We find some really smart Dynema quick draws but they only have 5 in stock so we buy those. About the same price as at home, 12 quid each or something. We also buy the Yangshuo climbing guide book for a tenner.

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On the way back to our hotel we stop off at a few places to find a closer, cheaper room for the following nights. We discovered a Chinese one 10 minutes walk from West Street, it has no English name, just symbols, with a big room and a big bathroom and it was all brand new. It’s advertised rate on a plaque on the wall is about 80 quid a night. We get our room for 11 quid a night without much haggling at all. Most hotels we looked at had ridiculously massive prices on the wall, all offered their rooms for nowhere near that when you go in and ask.

Anyway we shower up and head out for tea and to a bar called the Rusty Bolt which had been recommended by the climbing shop next door to it. By this point we realize it’s really really cold here at night. The temperatures around 8 degrees at night and 15 by day at the moment. I thought it’s be a little bit warmer. I was wrong! However The Rusty Bolt is one of the only none-club type bars that have doors on to keep the heat in. So freezing, we go in and warm up. The beers cheap, about a quid for a bit bottle of local Tsing Tao and they also sell loaves of really crusty bread to nibble on, we got on most nights as sitting here became our regular after dark activity. They sell imported cheese too but the price knocks you off your bar stool.¬†The Chinese woman that works in there is also a well¬†travelled¬†climber and was able to recommend crags and transport options. One night we were talking to her and she said most famous climbers had been in their bar. On the tour to make the last Petzl Rock Trip in Getu (6-8 hours from Yangshuo) all the climbers used the bar while they visited Yangshuo (www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcU255XBlcI). This woman has chatted with Chris Sharma and Alex Honnold and all the others… She’s been out there climbing with them (This is like football fans kicking a ball about with their football idol…). This lady also advised, as did many other people that climbing in Yangshuo is hard, the grades are a little bit sketchy and she wasn’t wrong. Some 6a’s feel super exposed, very dynamic and you’re thinking, this is way beyond it’s stated grade, surely.

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Anyway, the next day we both buy thermals from the local market and I bought some fluffy boots because they were only 6 quid and anyone that knows me knows I get really grumpy if I’m cold so they were well worth it for Taz’s sake. All thermalled up at night I felt a much nicer, friendlier person to be around ūüėȬ†By day you didn’t need thermals, just a jumper or a coat. I had a jumper but because there’s so many good copies of North Face gear and Mammut gear for example we both bought a coat each. Mine’s a purple Mammut wind stopper and it cost 28 quid. Taz got an orange north face waterproof for 22 quid. The day after we went back and bought one for my aunty Carole, my mum and my brother and posted then home! The rates with China post were reasonable and the post office is just off west street. A 2 week delivery for the 6 kilo’s was about 36 quid. I didn’t think it was too bad. Similarly price to the Thai post we sent last month.

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We ate at 1 Chinese “restaurant” in Yangshuo and the food wasn’t as good or as cheap as the street food just off West street, near a little bridge. For street food you sit on little plastic chairs or rock, if a chair isn’t available. We came here every night apart from trying a restaurant. On our first night there I was ordering some fried noodles with green peppers (5 yuan) and I shouted Taz over for some cash, who was at another stall ordering a dough ball, fried and flattened with some ace spicy meat and herbs inside (also 5 yuan). The people working at the stalls heard me and every night they saw us would should “Taza” in the weirdest accent, almost like Tazerrrrrrrrrr! They were so nice. And their food was top notch. The friendliest, most genuine place this trip?? Probably. Taz loved the clay pots that they did there with noodles and vegetables in and beef broth, with loads of liver in it. It was a bit strong tasting for me, but each to their own!

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We met Vicky whilst we were sat in the Rusty Bolt one night. She’s¬†terrified¬†of climbing but like us she was drawn to the place by the closed doors and the heating! Vicky is an inspiring person to meet. Currently she’s just finished a 6 month unpaid placement working in a children’s hospital in Cambodia. She has some stories to tell! She’s spent a month travelling through China from Beijing to Yangshuo. She’s possibly the most independent woman I’ve ever met. She’s going to spend another year on a local wages contract in Cambodia promoting the hospital to businesses to raise funds to keep the hospital running. Some kind of marketing?! In a nut shell it’s a poor hospital, nurses and doctors provide necessary treatment to kids in Cambodia where she says kids die of simple things like¬†diarrhoea¬†all the time. Parents sit at the bedside 24 hours and provide all after care so that trained people can be used elsewhere. She has saved up for this trip and she’s doing something really worthwhile! The hospital is free for the kids that turn up, so she says they travel hundreds of miles to get there because all other hospitals cost money that they don’t have. Vicky says that you won’t see this hospital if you have to go to hospital in Cambodia, you’ll see a nicer, more modern one where the people who can afford to go there fund it.

Climbing in Yangshuo (may bore none climbers!!)

The climbing in Yangshuo is great. No doubt about it. So where to start!! There are vans that run past our hotel every 5 minutes and go past most crags. The fare is 3 yuan each, each way. About 25p. The trips about 10-15 minutes long. Bargain?! So our first wall is Wine Bottle, recommended by the climbing shop next door to Rusty Bolt. Over the next 9/10 days we visited this crag 5 or 6 times to work on the routes. I feel I personally improved a lot climbing here, definitely improved mentally anyway.

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For example on about day 4 of climbing there’s a 6b+ on the wall that is gradually overhanging all the way up from the start, there are a lot of ledges involved, very small finger holds and a couple of dyno’s are necessary. The bolts are as spaced as long as 2-4 meters so you’ve got to have a good head for this one. How exciting! Taz spent around half an hour getting up the 25 meters and he struggled but said it was a fantastic climb. He left the rope in for me and I top roped it (I know, the shame!) But it was amazing to do the moves. I really struggled at around the 3rd clip and I truly believed that without the top rope I wouldn’t have done the moves. After a clip to your left you’ve to get your right heel up on the ledge you’re holding and rock up on your leg to reach the next much smaller ledge and then right traverse over the fingery ledge where there’s basically nothing for your feet but smears, then there’s 4 hand moves over some jugs that can only be held whilst leaning back and to the left (like holding a flake I suppose), before a dyno to reach a really bad sloping right hander where you must stick it gently whilst leaning at full stretch to your left to make the clip. At this point only having clipped into 3 bolts you would feel exposed because there’s a fairly long run out and a very sketchy clip to be made! But I was on the top rope and it took me around 10 minutes of bobbing about on the rope to be able to do this move. The rest of the climbing is smaller holds where technique rather than power is the key. Without good footwork you’re going nowhere. There were times where I was completely¬†stretched¬†up my limit and you just tiptoe your way up, or across and hope the next crimp is a good one. The angle of the rock makes it a really tough route but it’s great to complete it. ¬†So I found it hard on the top rope, would be nonsense to lead it right! 2 days later (I couldn’t climb the day after this route, I was ruined) I was back to lead it. I flew over the start where I’d struggled 2 days earlier. The clip was scary as hell to make but that’s why you climb, right?! A bit of excitement in your life!! Took me a while but I found my own resting positions and the sense of¬†achievement¬†at the top is pretty great. Every muscle, especially your stomach is pumped after this route and you feel like Chris Sharma. I was amazed that I’d managed to lead it, Taz says my technique was good originally but now it’s great ūüôā But he’s biased! I believe it’s similar in difficulty to the 6c in Chiang Mai that I managed to lead, or even harder because there were just so many difficult moves to complete to get up there. But I’m no grading expert. Taz did the same lead right after me in no time, after mastering the moves the other day he just powered through.

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There’s so many good routes like this in Yangshuo, long, interesting, beautiful routes. I can’t write in detail about all the ones we did, I’d bore you all to death. But just know that if you’re thinking Tonsai or the lesser known Yangshuo for a sport climbing trip, chose Yangshuo, the weather’s more suited, it’s not a shit heap, and there are just as many routes to go at and of all types. Over hanging caves, flat technical walls, juggy routes, everything. Or if Thailand’s a must for you, try Chiang Mai too, it’s much better quality. I won’t recommend Tonsai to anyone, ever again.

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What we didn’t see is the long hairy black animal that a Spanish guy climbing there said he’d seen. I don’t know whether he was making it up… but he said they’re the size of a cat but longer and really really hairy. If they do exist, they are scared of humans so run away from you, but very poisonous if you pick it up to see what the hell it is… ha ha.

Hong Kong

We left Yangshuo on the 17th December on the 5pm bus from Yangshuo to Guilin with Vicky. We¬†had¬†bought our 25 pound tickets for a hard sleeper train the same day at a¬†tourist¬†office in Yangshuo. The train didn’t leave until 9.15pm so once in Guilin we crashed down with our bags at a nearby local eatery and ate some nice local dishes and Taz drank a small bottle of cheap alcohol (don’t¬†even know what it was, paint stripper maybe?!) to help him sleep on the train – any excuse ūüėČ We all boarded the cold train but got wrapped up on blankets. Hard sleeper means basically 2nd class – a bunk of 6 beds per cabin with no doors along the corridor. Comfy enough. Vicky¬†splashed¬†on a 1st class cabin called a soft sleeper which has 4 bunks per cabin and has a door and is therefor much less noisy! An extra tenner I think. She says she’s done the backpacker thing many times and is prepared to pay the extra for a better sleep. Can’t say I blame her!

A short video clip of the train to Shenzhen: http://youtu.be/EFW1dENi_Y8

Transport is always an “experience” its self. I’ve always¬†loved¬†the travelling aspect of this part of our trips. This was no exception. The train soon smelled of cigarettes as just down the hall, between cabins (with no doors of course) there’s a smoking area with no window ūüôā Priceless again. I love travelling ūüėČ It was nice meeting you Vicky.

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In Shenzhen at around 11am we departed the train and followed the signs to Hong Kong inside the station to “Hong Kong” via McDonalds (sinners!!) Walking through border control was smooth, through China’s checks and through Hong Kong’s checks.

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At the other side in Hong Kong we were kind of clueless about where to go and this cost us 4 hours of carrying our bags¬†around¬†the city and the tube. After¬†unsuccessfully¬†being able to find a place to sleep that wasn’t hourly (gross) or 200 quid a night we got a tea latte (random but really good) in Starbucks and with the last 5% battery that I had on my mobile we located a hostel advertised at 25 quid a night on booking.com, called the Oi Suen hostel up near Mong Kok station. When we eventually got there by walking up 8 flights of stairs with our bags, tired and irritable the rooms were 35+ a night with no bargaining. We settled for this, paid 3 nights and showered ready to explore the city without bags.

This is our “hotel”….

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To cut Hong Kong short I don’t rate it as a nice city with anything particularly interesting to do. As one of the most densely populated places on earth it was impossible to walk anywhere quick because every street had like a million people on it and every tube was rammed to the door. The weather was still cold and I was fed up and couldn’t wait to get to the¬†Philippines¬†to be honest. Our room was shit. For 35 quid a night you’re basically 4/5* in any other Asian location but not here. In this hostel the shower, loo and sink were all squished in a shower cubicle and the door fell off when we got in. There was no floor space, the bags just slid under the bed so that you could shut your room door. The room was in a crappy run down council flat block type looking place, with sex shops and other hostels above and below you. Nice.

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Basically in Hong Kong we went to a few restaurants, a good Vietnamese place too. We took pictures of skyscrapers. Visited a crappy indoor bouldering gym and that’s about it. Hong Kong was a really expensive place but also really filthy and not what we expected. Everything is shrink wrapped in open front shops because of the pollution, even trainers in top notch looking sports shops!

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We flew out of Hong Kong airport to Clark in the Philippines yesterday at 9.45am so we got up at 5.30am after going to sleep at 3am to make sure we could get the 2 metro’s and the train to the airport in good time…

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We got carried away with skyping the family that night so 5.30 seemed a ridiculous time to get up. We got a 20 minute Jeepney type taxi from¬†Clark¬†airport Dau Bus terminal for 50 pesos each (80p) and a 2 hour bus (that really took 4.5 hours) to Manila city (114 pesos each) where we just made our flight to Cebu by getting a 30 minute taxi to Manila international airport (155 pesos). It was in this taxi that I realised our 100 USD secret stash of emergency money had gone from my purse… gutted. You know you’re ok if you have USD in your bag, everyone knows what that is if you’re in a crisis…! I don’t know where along this journey that this has gone, basically from Yangshuo-HongKong-Manila it has gone missing because I have’t used my purse since Yangshuo, we just use Taz’s wallet for ease. It was hidden away inside my purse at the bottom of my bag in a little zip part, so I really don’t know what’s happened there… Dau bus terminal was also a disaster. Kids we begging off you the entire time, we gave some our water etc that we had but they were just climbing over your bags, running circles over you whilst the adults around were just staring with such suspicious eyes that I felt really intimidated. We’re going to try and fly direct Cebu-Kuala Lumpur in January instead of having to fly to Manila and cross back over to Clark again for the flights we have booked. The place just has such as bad vibe about it. It’s the first time the people have made me feel afraid. I literally thought at any moment they were going to mug us. So by the time we got off at Cebu airport after the hour flight (with a 30 minute delay) and were on our way to the pre-booked hotel Valley Front Hotel I was relieved to say the least… It’s hot here and it’s Christmas in a few days.

Cebu City

We’ve had 1 day here in Cebu city because we were too tired to leave today after arriving late last night. All I will say is out of every place I’ve ever been to on my own and in a couple, Cebu City, combined with Clark and Manila are the most¬†frightening¬†intimidating place to be. ¬†I came here in the internet cafe with pretty much everything down my bra. When we get on the bus tomorrow I’ll be able to relax. But here there’s so many begging kids and¬†women¬†and men following you around with devious looks that this is the place we’ll get mugged if anywhere! I came out today with my camera and I just felt like I’d made a big mistake, small pocket camera maybe, big camera, no way. So we left it in the room tonight, in the safe!

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On the plus side¬†we bought 3 bottles on offer of Bacardi Gold at Duty free and plan on supping them all fairly soon. We’ve already started. The alcohol is mind bogglingly cheap here. 90 pesos for a 750ml bottle of vodka snaps and the same for brandy and a couple of other things. We’ll stock up here before leaving for the islands in case it’s more expensive¬†there!

Christmas

Tomorrow we head to Bantayan, a stunning island to the North of Cebu. There’s a 2 hours+ bus journey and a 70 minute ferry involved but the pictures make me giddy. Google Images says it all, give it a whirl and see ūüôā Unfortunately Sarah and Ali who have had a right hassle securing¬†their¬†permanent¬†visas for Australia won’t be able to come join us! We think Bohol for New Year but who knows…

Merry Christmas everyone xx

Ps – The pictures of my little niece Lily posted on FB melted me into a right mess today. Lily sat in a snow globe with the most beautiful innocent little face ūüôā I’m going to miss that little one so much over the next few festive weeks, I already do.