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I think that shit is funny, but have you actually sold any of that stuff?

Obviously you need some new ideas cause things aren't working for you if you don't have any stories of your own. Also kissin' and tellin' is not to good of an idea in a public forum if you want to keep gettin' sum. Good luck with getting people to share their good stories.

*rasta bivy kit * *puffy * *stylin' shirt aka Alpinfox and Lunger style *A little *and some And 30,000 post Dru.

Holding steady at 29,999, hmm maybe that explains all the "new" people who have sign up. Face it Dru we all know that you are well beyond 29999.

That's what that shit is, literally eh?

I wouldn't trust them they are mean, now a Vervet monkey on the otherhand would make a great draw monkey.

First off appologys for the crap images, we all left our cameras at home, so all the picture were taken on a phone. Well I made it out to Panga again, what a fun place. This time I went with some friends Ludwig and Jonathan. Our intent was to try and get on all of the established lines on the left hand side of the cliff. The first route we hopped on was this route called P'tits....... something something 5.9+/5.10a 25m. Ludwig started up the route which had homemade hangers, well who ever made the hangers fucked up and didn't drill the holes big enough, after some struggling we figured out that the only biners we had that would fit were Neutrinos, and even then they had to be worked onto the hanger. Ludwig made it through the crux was too flamed out finish it so I stepped up and went to work. Just about to crank the crux. After making it up Ludwig and Jonathan TR-ed it. Jonathan on TR. After that, I eyed a new line, tossing out the idea of sending all the established lines on that wall, I started up Sloe Hildren 5.9+, 20m. It was up and left from the previous route and was a steep vertical, sometimes over vertical face with pockets. The gear was quite tricky and the route worked me, damn I wished I hadn't left my tri-cams at home in Seattle. Though without them I made it up even with all the mockery from the sloe hildren below. Just about to top out on Sloe Hildren The sloe hildren Afterwards we kicked back for a bit and eyed the other lines. There was a cool looking line that went up very steep face, that I was itching to get on. After re-reacking and stacking I started up it. Well as soon as I got 7m off the deck my barking friends from before showed up. Without hesitation the bastards started throwing rocks down at us. Luckily I was pretty protected by the steep wall, but my belayer wasn't, so we hightailed it off the route and we went looking for baboon-less part of the cliff. On our way across the base of the cliff we chilled and before we new it we decided to leave Panga and check out other cliffs in the area that I had seen before. First stop was a small granite looking cliff outside a village. We crusied up the slope without packs to go check it. What looked like continous cracks from the base to the top, turned out to be seams to cracks, but it still looked good so we went back to the car to grab the gear and set a TR. The rock was funky, I have never climbed on stuff like it before, the texture was like sandstone, but it was hard like granite. The line we did was a steep slab with angled edges to a bomber fist jammin' crack. It was great climbing but too short lived. I really wanted hundreds of feet of the fist jammin' Jonathan trying to tear his groin. The downside to this cliff was it was right above a village, so by the time we were done we must have had at least hundred people out watching. It's funny cause I remember reading a while back about Skinner, Hill and company traveling around Asia and climbing and seeing the pictures of the crowds they would draw when climbing, and couldn't imagine what it must be like to have an audiance of hundred or so people, now I know. It doesn't really faze me too much, I guess I just accept it and go with the flow. After our TR session it was off to another area that looked like it might have a cliff or at the very least some bouldering. It turned out that there was no cliff, but off in the distance I spotted an other cliff I hadn't seen and there was a whole bunch of good bouldering. After a little fucking around on the rocks and more chillin' we decided it was time to head back home to the girls. Over and out on another good day in Rwanda. with a view.

In attendance.

Thanks ALLCAPS great TR, there is few CCer's that need this TR, but probably still don't get it. Get it, got it, good. Just in case you didn't get it, try again

When Your rope got stuck did you think about calling for a rescue? What kind of phone do you use up there for good reception? Why is this route considered difficult, I mean anyone can climb 5.9 in the gym? Were you really drinking after the climb, weren't you dehydrated?

Well my box of 60 paper weights just arrived last night, not too bad considering I ordered them back in November. Now I have 80 paper weights in total. I am stoked, hopefully two weekends from now I will be setting up my wall.

Hey K-gal, This is what I have tried and my opinion. Voile plate binding with plastic ice climbing boots. I do not recommend. Just not enough support which it made it difficult to edge. I would like to try it hard snowboard boots with that set up though. Though I would really like something that I can climb in, will look into it some day when I am back in an area that has snow. Burton soft boot bindings with plastic ice climbing boots. You all might be wondering why does he going with ice climbing boot. Well I was on the east coast and I want to combine two sport I like to do, so I use to skin up Mt Washington, climb an ice gully and board down a snow gully. So this is how it worked, the cuffs on the boots were lower than the binding which made it slightly uncomfortable on the descent, but it did not affect my riding and I rode like normal. I liked this set up for days when I was doing ice. Also it was comfortable skinning up long distances (one time 14 miles one way with a big sled). Soft boots and soft boot bindings. I like this set up for short skinning days. It is what I am use to in the resorts so I like it in the mountains as well. Skinning long distances I have gotten hot spot on my shins, short distances no problems at all, and even if I did have hard snowboard boots on shorter days. As for the time to switch over, yes hard boots are faster, but by a minute max, if your partner(s) stress about a minute wasted, then probably need to smoke an other one or you need find new people to ride with.

Quick someone give him another heroin fix before he falls over. Opps he is probably just going for a retro sheek heroin addict look.

Now class, drugs are bad, um-kay.

WAKE UP!!! WAKE UP!!!! All you lazy ferkers! Ah, freaking great weekend, tired, sore and a little sun burned, but damn it feels good. Saturday running da hillz of Rwanda with crazy freaking hashers. On the run we stopped at a banana beer stand out in a village, the 200 or so villagers came out to watch us get drunk, be crazy, then continue our run. Sunday climbing at Panga, did one established route, did a new one, then went to a new crag. We got a new route in at the new crag with about 100 spectators. Then found a new bouldering area where we got busy then freaked around on the boulders, with some pebble wrastling. Damn good times. The forecast sunny like it is every day. 80 F degrees like it every day. French lessons at 5:30 every Monday.

Thanks man, I'll check out that site.

A cool thing about working on the other side of the world is my weekend has just begun and you suckas have another 8 hours to kill before your free. of course this only applies to those of you that have "real" jobs, not the rest of you slackers.

The pictures make up for the formatting. Looks like a great area I really need to get there some day.

BS....where???? I have never seen any BS on this website.

Damn now I see why people are maing fun of you.

Some days I wake up and I think what a strange and wonderful place to live. This morning was one of them. Lately I have been getting into a routine of getting up at 5:00 in the morning to get on my road bike a couple times a week. 5:00 is about when the birds get up and start chirping like mad, but they were quiet this morning. I hit the snooze a couple of times then finally dragged my ass out of bed, it was still dark out. I got dressed in my super hero outfit; I guess it is the best way to describe cycling clothes, filled my water bottles and grabbed my phone. I eventually made it onto the bike at 5:30. I cruised up the hill to look for my tentative riding partner she was not there so I fly solo. As I make my way up and through town I passed very few people in my neighborhood. The ones I did pass, stop in their tracks, drop their jaw, stare and turn into the ultimate gapers. I think it is so funny, for crying out loud, I am still in my neighborhood where all the other Muzungos live; it is not like I am that much of an oddity. Well maybe I am since I am on bike that looks quite different from their single speed Chinese bikes that they ride and I must look quite funny to them in my Underoos and helmeted head. After several kilometer climb I descend. At this time in the morning the sun is starting to wake up. To me this is the scariest part of rides in the morning, because I come blazing down the hill with not that good of light passing the few motorbike taxi and a few cars. The few people that are walking or the drivers just have no idea that a bike can move fast. My biggest fear is that they will cut in front of me and I won’t be able to stop in time. As blazed down the hill I used the Rwandan ‘psst’ to let them know I am coming or occasional loud ‘HEY!’ when it was a little more critical. It took just a few minutes for the scary part to be over. At the bottom of the hill is the main market in town. It was already on it’s way to becoming bustling chaos of shoppers, vendors, taxis, goats, chickens, clothes, produce, mattress’s, cement and anything else a person may need. Already there were people everywhere, the was a constant stream of people on the side of the road that were heading to the market, with all their market wares carried mainly on the top of their heads, on make shift wheel barrows, or the single speed bikes. As I passed by I must have heard ‘muzungo’ at least a hundred times. On top of that I also heard some people cheer, whistle, ‘psst’ me, others just gave a simple thumbs up, and then some disco boys (as Misti calls them) tried to mock jumping out in front of me in an attempt to scare me, it didn’t works though. A paranoid scenario ran through my head when I passed through this section that the guys with logs on their head will turn to watch me go by and inadvertently take me out. All together it took me about 20 minutes and then I was out of town. At that point I was in what I know as the ‘village’. There really isn’t a place to go in Rwanda where there isn’t people, fields, and houses, which leads me to calling Rwanda a big village. It was foggy this morning in the valley so I opted to do a big climb instead of following the valley. The Rhukengeri road starts climbing immediately; I usually do the 350m elevation gain in my lowest gear and just grind out the km’s. It is a nice climb cause there isn’t many people, by that I mean I might pass people here or there, but there are 30 to 90 second gaps where I might be by myself and able to just take in the scenery. This morning was beautiful with a thick fog in the valley. The smell of wood burning for morning tea wafted through my nose. I felt my legs, tired and lazy, but they kept turning the cranks around. A little ways up the climb I broke through the fog and saw clear skies above, and a river of puffy white below. It was spectacular, in 45 minutes I was at the top of the climb, with views off the ridge south and views north. People out on the hillsides were already working away; plumes of smoke could be seen coming from homes, the sun was awake and already warming the air. I contemplated doing the next climb up to Shyrongi, I knew I would be late if I did it, so I turned around and blasted back into the valley towards town. On my way down I cruised past trucks, motorcycles, people walking, and other cyclist commuting. It is a threatening downhill, I am not really known for using my brakes much, but this climb is just not straight and it weaves in and out along the hillside, with endless turns. The ride down was a continual checking speed, railing the turn, acceleration out and repeat. As I flew down, I just thought what a crazy place to be riding my road bike. I couldn’t get over the fact that I am living in Rwanda and none-the-less riding my bike in a third world country.

Yeah or go ride a yak. Little different angle on the bolting. I got limited resources here, but there is a Hilti store, can someone reccomend which Hilti bolts to get, grade, length, type, size got's to be 3/8 cause that is what I have for a bit?????? Help? Ok now I am off to go wrestle a mountain gorilla.

And her age too. Name and phone number might help too.

Damn you guys. I glad you are both ok, too bad about the toes though. I can't believe you kept at it the next day after what must have been a damn cold night out on the mountain.

Yeeehaw!!! going back again. This time we are going to send the established lines on the cliff. I am stoked, to be climbing again.