This country is one of a kind and that is the best way I can put it.
The dude laying on the median with the birds pecking at him. Shanty towns for miles and not even miles but FOR MILES! Belaying in the gym. Chalk boogers. Being excited about training. Realizing how much I say the word “psyched”. Drinking 7 beers, one shot of tequila, and a glass of whiskey last night. George and his cool ass demeanor. The kids during the slideshow. The smaller and younger kids that I sat in front of to tell stories too. Not knowing any of the details of anything and assuming I would. Learning about a completely different culture in a place I have never been and loving it. Understanding that climbers only really know of Rocklands in SA. Capetown supposedly being the SHIT. Boven. Slippery holds. The foot that spun on my and almost decking. The kids faces when I turned to them. Beer. Hotels. Dark people. Baskets on people’s heads. Men first and women second. Kids and the tiny houses. Wondering how many people can fit into one of those shacks. Wanting to walk through, but knowing thats a fucking NO NO. Understanding the violence and distrust in people. Murders. Robberies. Jackings. The birds with the long legs. The neighbors dog Mya. Bull terriers. La Sportiva shoes. No time for editing. Gregory pack talks. Photos like a bastard. Needing to climb. Wanting to just be at the cliff. Working. Talking to Dave on Facebook and being happy about that. Bad Girls Club and all the kids trying it. Wishing others would add to the mix. Feeling psyched for everything, but not knowing what in particular. Packing again. Sleeping that is never really good sleep. Always waking up and not knowing where the fuck I am. Asking Colette things and her awesome answers. Really dark people. The casino thats supposed to be like Italy. Parmesan Chicken that was nothing like the Olive Garden. Wanting to get sponsored by Yoplait cuz I love that shit. Pool tables and pools. Perfect conditions. That cut that always opens on my crease. Always hearing about Wolvogyna and yawning. This life is far form normal. Driving on the other side of the road. BMWs and how I am shopping for one. Needing a longer lens. Tim Kemple. Innovation. Dave and his conversation with EMS and how we ball. Always on the ball with this climbing life. Wanting to go and get my levels up. Always wanting to get the levels up. Jon and his motivation. Jon and his hair. Jon and how he is always cinching his pants with those fucking stings in the bottom. Keeping that connection with my friends. Jerk off taxi drivers that run the roads. Bastards getting hit by cars. Drunk dude in the middle of the road (busy intersection) that took a nap. First time to the grocery store. security guards everywhere. Security guards at the cliff at my expense. My naive approach to this place. Knowing you will and can die over nothing. Barbed wire on everything. Brick walls. Dogs not just for pets. The love these people have for South Africa. Pride. Nelson Mandela. THIS PLACE IS BAD ASS!!!!!