Rock Climbing
Wednesday, July 16th, 2008Within minutes of Leauren leaving me by my self, I’d already set out on a dangerous juorney. Lauren had to go and look at hair dressers to get her roots re-done so I busied myself with putting my rock-climbing skills, honed purely on indoor entry-intermediate levels, to the test. The beaches along Koh Tao are cut off from each other with large selections of rocks and I intended to go bouldering, which is like rock climbing only sideways rather than up. I worked my way along the beach, it was very hot and before too long I was pouring sweat. I came to a large rock face, roughly two houses high.
Obviously I had my clever cap on as I began climbing, oddly believing that I could climb back down if it got too tough. In all my time climbing, I’ve nver once climbed back down from something, not out of bravado, but because it’s really hard climbing downwards. Therefore, before I knew what was what, I was halfway up a friggin’ rock face in the swealtering heat. Adrenaline had been overtaken by paranoia, as I had to put my fingers into increasingly dark and damp looking holds, any of which, in my mind’s eye, harboured creatures that slithered and had fangs. I made it up about three quaters of the way and the handholds became harder to define, and the vegitation begun to push me out more aggressively from the rock face. Below me was four storeys worth of hurt, not to mention the rocks themselves being forged from big fat salt crystals and therefore were like coarse sand paper. I made it though, and I will never go rock climbing unsupervised ever again.
Lauren found somewhere to do her hair, an English lady owned it and it looks really lovely. It’s only been re-highlighted, but those that know her know how much this makes Lauren happy.
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