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Hmm, never heard of that place the whole time I was out on the other coast, looks like a pretty good place to play.

You mean there is suppose to be a point? That would go against all of your posts.

No.... I don't smell it nor have I for the last several year, it's been summer for the last two years.

Don't forget the cooler too.....

There is this one too, these songs just crack me up. Most people are curious Some wanna get dirt on The Centaur; I'm famous I walk around with no shirt on The easiest way would be for you to lie face down I'm a man But I'm built like a horse from the waist down People are afraid of me but act like they love me Feast your eyes upon my nudity I am Beauty AND the Beast I have plenty to say But nobody listens because my cock is so big And the end of it glistens; so I'm famous for it "Freaky" is what everyone's name is for it Sure, it's larger than yours I'm a CENTAUR for Chrissakes! I like to eat rice cakes and listen to classical music I'm told passion is my specialty But really I'm old-fashioned I'm quite well-built As fas as physiques go So people seem to think that I belong in a freak show They wanna have pictures taken Constantly assumin' that my sex drive is three times that of a normal human Askin' silly questions like I'm their personal mentor All they care about is my big dick because I'm the centaur The porno industry Wants to pay me lots of money to appear in books and movie 'Cause they think I look funny But I'm lookin' for true love Not groupies and freaks More than a huge cock - I have a complicated mind I'm not the favorite kind of companion For the average person Sometimes things start well But eventually worsen when sex becomes a problem Or else they're unimpressed with the attention that you get Bein' a centaur's love interest You don't care about my next life Just my ex-wife and the intimate details of our sex life Most people are curious Some wanna get dirt on The Centaur; I'm famous I walk around with no shirt on The easiest way would be for you to lie face down I'm a man But I'm built like a horse from the waist down

Here some lyrical madness for ya G-spot. ("shoot'em up, shoot'em up") Hey... [Chorus] Cheeba cheeba, cheeba cheeba I think it would be cheaper if I grow your cheeba Hide your beeper, ride a zebra I wonder why you glorify nine millimeters If you shoot ???????? revolving doors Wild on the floor involved in war Or crawling on all fours... (gun control!) Why would you pride yourself on being a luger-holder When the only gun you've held is a supersoaker? But I'm the killer finger without a millimeter Look on your face looks just like gorilla sphincter When the NRA gave you the middle finger told you that you couldn't join the gun club due to your ethnic background said you were born from the septic trash mound So put the gun back down You may think you're tuff, bullet-proofed up But the men that carry guns got bullets and crew cuts White conservatives who form the oligarchy Who'll call you darky, and hate commies and Paul McCartney They're through *-shootin' at the general cinema But the self image is a mental enema Plus an exchange of gunfire Is more likely to kill your man Busdriver [Chorus] [as if just shot] Oh! goodbye cruel world I'll never see my children or stuff again ("clack, clack"!) Oh!, on a scale of one to ten, my life was... pretty good I may be shot in any one of your city or hoods Hey... Bullets be ricocheting, bouncing off church bells Fools be bailing, all you see is shirt tails But me and my personnel... we got merch to sell Besides violence and a pacifist don't work well And this is a pouring rain putting out those warring flames The warning shots in the air hit angels, now I got blood in my storm drain Sometimes I run over woodland creatures and they become road-kill But still fans stood in the bleachers, and come to the ‘Blowed' still But you, your overkill... You want to shoot at recordable cds like they were clay pigeons I told you I was "babysitting" and you thought I came back from a gunfare But I'm really into childcare [Chorus] [as if just shot] Ughh! Goodbye cruel world I'll never see my children or my stuff again ("Arghh!") On a scale of one to ten, my life was a 30 below with a chance of showers But yet I had the man power to sit in front of a mic stand for hours

Hey Oly, that video is awesome, to bad $trick9 other songs aren't as good. Definitely a good video, funny as hell.

I knew this guy once I used to work with, who use to hang out with this other guy, who use to climbed with this other guy, who knew some other climbers who smoked doped and died. Drugs are bad umm kay.... How about you guys start speaking from your own experience, jeezus christ. These stories are like the type of stories I heard about drugs when I was kid. "Oh man, I'd never take acid, you'll see all kinds of freaky shit and there is a good chance you'll never come down." or "I wouldn't smoke pot cause it will lead you to harder drugs, and before you know know it your living on the streets looking for your next fix." Pot is no different than any other drug out there legal or illegal. Like DH said, I heard about more accidents where people were sober, maybe that means its safer to climb stoned? Shit.....well thats the logic you fools that say, "I never smoked weed, but hell that is crazy, I'd never do it and go climbing. There was a guy I knew who knew another guy...." Fuck there has been several people I have hooked up with to go climbing who never blazed anything, dropped anything, sipped on anything while we were out, but I tell ya I was so happy when when wee got to unrope, cause they were freaking scary idiots who shouldn't be climbing.

It was Blink

What gives, I tell what gives, just because you have stopped doing something as a kid, doesn't make you an adult, now that is funny shite. Also I don't recall having the 'need' to smoke weed. Just like I like other things, I did as a kid and as an adult, I do it cause I like it. As for climbing and weed, it really depends on what I am looking for on my day out. If I am going to push myself, I will wait until later to fire up. If I am just hanging at the crag, then I will sometimes enjoy myself sometime with some herbage. Oh I highly doubt that the smokers to non-smokers ratio is higher than normal people.

I hate bad rap and it is a shame there is a lot out there, I think it tends to turn people off to the music. A good example of this is how Pope describes rap, obviously the guy hasn't ventured beyond what he has heard from some asain whaletail bass machine going down the street. Luckily there is a ton of good stuff out there, to make up for all the crap rap. You won't find on MTV, the radio or Tower Records.

Over here in Rwanda it is very difficult to get a work visa as well, hell the first year here I was illegal. Then it was 2 month process, for one of the months I had to give them my passport, which meant I couldn't go anywhere.

As far as I am concerned, I would prefer we don't have borders, let alone fences and walls trying to close off access to a country. It is sort of bullshit I think. This crap about people coming in a stealing jobs is so rediculus.

What???? I am surprised with you Wet-spot. I figured you would say something like, 'sorry britney, if you had only stayed 14.'

It is all about balance man. Can't wait until she is old enough to come and join me on trips like these.

You otter know they are out here in Kigali Rwanda, roaming the land of 1000 hills. though I have only seen dead ones on the roads.

That is freakin' great news, goood to hear you are still making progress on your long road. Cheers.

It is good that throughing that idea out, cause you probably just waste a good diamond bit. Figure a few days at least to handrill the all those holes you want to. I can't imagine that a day rental for a hammer drill would cost more than around $30.

Wow sounds like very fun, but intense trip. Really cool to see some young girls tearing up the ice, that is awesome.

Maybe I am cold hearted bastard, but this world is a much better place without her here. Hopefully child will be better off without her too, but that does suck to be motherless.

Part 3 Day 4, the next day started with the familar words, 'porrige'. After breafast it was time to join the line of people heading up to the Barranco wall. This was the most difficult part of the trail (3rd class). The line of people up the trail was crazy. Just a few people on the trail that morning Kilimanjaro's bottle neck Since we were on a 6 day trip, we were going to skip one camp along the way. I think most people do this route in 7 days, but we had other things we had to do while Mike was in Africa. When we reached the next camp I was really glad we weren't stay there. It was basically on an open ridge with no rocks or plant life for shelter with tents everywhere. We continued on to the next camp Barafu. This camp was quite nice located farther up on the ridge, but with rock outcropping everywhere so you did see all the other people camping there. Before reaching Barafu, which can be seen on the ridge. Next day was summit day, so we spent all afternoon taking naps eating and drinking as much as possible, smoking the ganja helped with the napping, eating and drinking since they are all side effects. The plan was to get up and 11pm and start hiking shortly after that. It seemed completely crazy, but I figured the guides had been up and knew the route and how long it would take. I couldn't see where the summit was because it was in the clouds the whole afternoon, so I had no idea how far it was and whenever we asked our guide the distances, times and elevation gains varied. Mike in our dining/porter's tent. By this time the tent was quite rank. Through out the night was drinking a ton of water to be well hydrated. It also meant I had to piss a lot, one I got up I realized camp was stirring so I figured in no time they would be a the tent. I dozed off, not sure for how long, but eventually our assistant cook was at the tent with a few cookies and some tea. We whoofed these down and got ready within a half an hour, when we got out of the tent we could see lights off in the distance and none in camp. What the hell happened, well I think our guides slept in, because the other parties were about 1 hour ahead of us. We started hiking and the guides started setting a pretty fast pace trying to catch up. Eventually the guides were trying to get Mike and I to split up on the climb, which really annoyed me, I didn't come to climb the mountain with them I was there to climb with Mike. Eventually the let off, realizing I was getting pissed that they kept suggesting it. My head was pounding after a few hours, and I figure caused they were pushing to try and catch up. Basically I felt like I had lead boots on and large vise attached to my head squeezing my temples. I kept putting one foot in front of the other knowing that we were getting somewhat close. The sun was starting to break and I could see Stellar Point up ahead, it looked like a short distance, but I knew it was going to be a while before reaching it. Looking up at Stellar Point as the sun was starting to rise. The whole trip I had been traveling with one water bottle and had requested an extra bottle from the guys for the summit day. Little did I realize they handed me an old fuel bottle. At one point I had a dry cough, which caused me to dry heave and before I knew it I was puking. Afterwards I went to drink some water, out of the fuel/water bottle, which caused another round of puking. Eventually I was able to stop and we continued the death march. Just before reaching Stellar Point we started running into people descending, I was completely jealous. They seemed to move effortlessly, while having a hard time putting a one foot in front of the other. I could have easily have turned around at this point and lucky for me, Mike never mentioned how bad he was feeling and how much he wanted to turn back. I just kept telling myself that it would be doneonce we reached Stellar Point. When I got to Stellar Point I was spent and depressed looking at the 1/4 to 1/2 mile I still had to go. I just kept moving hoping that I would get there soon, it was about a half and hour and one shit later that I reached the summit. Just about there. Looking off to the ash pit from the summit. Mike just about to join me on the summit It was freaking cold up there and I was exhausted, once Mike arrived I handed my camera to our faithful companion to take a picture of us with sign, of course he some how managed to f-it up and not take the picture. It was probably the battery in my camera, at this point I didn't care, all I knew is I up here and I was ready to go down. After hanging a few minutes with Mike on the summit, it was time to go. I blasted back to our camp and let gravity take me the whole way down. I could feel a blister on my toe, but I didn't care. I just wanted food and water. Eventually I reached camp, crawled into the tent and got juice and tea from the guys. Somke weed and proceed to sleep. Mike eventually arrived, looking like I felt. Eventually we got some food and even though I was tired of our cooks food, I was glad to have it. After eating it was time for a nap which felt so good. Later we got up and packed up our stuff to move farther down the mountain. The day before our guide and I talked about out camp option on the descent and agreed to camp at a higher camp instead of going all the way to the last camp, Mweka camp. Some how plans changed and which we didn't realize until we reached the other camp and I started asking where our camp was. Of course he lied and said the camp was only an hour away. Pissed me off, it was more like 2.5 hours away, basically the guys were allsiked to get back home and could give shit about what we wanted to do. Oh well, live and learn. It was too bad because the scenery was so nice in this section of the trail I could have spent all day taking my time and taking in the views, instead we had to keep moving to the last camp. That night we were in Mweka camp Mike was feeling like hell. We sat had tea, then we broke out the small bottle of scotch we brought along. Ahh the taste of victory chased with scotch was so good. I looked over at Mike and something was going on, at first I thought he was swirling the scotch around, but no that wasn't it. So I asked, "What's up, looks like you got some type of bodily function going on?". Mike, "I just trying to hold back a puke." Right after saying that Mike stands up and takes one step and puke started to spray out between his fingers. Luckily for me, (I am a pity puker), he made it to the bushes before he emptied his stomach of tea, popcorn, cookies and wee bit of scotch. Afterwards Mike crawled into the tent and slept, though our faithful companion tried to get Mike to eat. So inorder to get our faithful companion to stop bothering Mike, I made two plates of food and cleared them both so that they thought Mike ate. I also finished off the scotch celebrating our climb, while Mike slept. The next day was a short day 3 hour and we were at the gate. In town in a matter of an hour after registration, gettting our diploma and taking a picture of the crew. The Crew The rest of the day we found a group of porters and guides at a bar and partied with them into the night. Then it was off to Kigali the next day.l

trip report That's a short trip.

Hello my name is Ken and I powerless over climbing and your stupid trip reports. I have come to realize that I need to stop looking at all of your trip reports. Lately I find myself, every day looking for new reports like a junkie looking for their next fix, crackhead looking for their next rock and the wino looking for that next bottle of Maddog. Looking at the report are just makingll me mad and frustrated. Why the hell am I here, when I could be over there? Aye...it is driving me crazy. Damn Dave and Frieh, you guys suck. Colin and Marko you too so suck. Wayne and Gary (well Gary you always suck) but this time you suck even more. Who else sucks, well I guess the whole lot of you do. I know, don't hate the playa, hate the game. Well I can't hate the game cause I love it too much. I thought maybe I will be able to chime in with my own report and feel content, but that trip was stupid compared to the fun you guys are having. Well some day, 'this too will pass', but for now I can't look at your reports anymore, because I am Ken and I am powerless over my situation right now. F-n-A

The paradigm shift must have been that he had gotten laid and left that part out of the story. Damn dude, it sounds like you are going soft, pretty soon your new t-shirt designs will say shit like, "life like a box of chocolates". Out with the old sheep shaggin' and in with the carebears and shit. Scary...

Well I have started putting together a TR, the first 3 days can be found here