Bumbling round the ‘bungles

It all started on a dark and stormy night. The rain was closer to horizontal than vertical when Bekket and I locked the front door of our sharehouse behind us. We exchanged cheeky grins and  a quick thumbs up, then sprinted down the street to the spot where Bekket’s car was parked. The back of the car was…

Achtung Kamele: Climbing in northern Germany

Earlier this year Dirtbagjens was invited to speak at a conference in Germany. It was the perfect opportunity to visit his family and check out his native habitat.  I immediately booked flights and did my best to squeeze as much German into my brain as I could. I found one really great podcast called Coffee Break German, which I listened to…

Agamemnomnom

If  you drive out of my hometown, and head south-west for exactly 1,234 kilometres, you will reach Arapiles. Australia’s trad climbing mecca. If you walk a few hundred metres from your car, you’ll find a route called Agamemnon. If you look in Simon Carter’s guidebook, you’ll find this classy and sophisticated shot of a climber…

Climbing with girls

Last weekend, I went climbing in the Watagans National Park.  There were six of us there that day.  Three guys, three girls.  At some stage during the morning we split off into two groups to climb at two different ends of the crag. Girls at one end. Guys at the other. I started up a…

An extra long weekend

Aller Anfang ist schwer. That’s what Dirtbagjens told me when I said I wasn’t sure how to start this post.  It’s a tricky decision, because the start of the story is not as fun as the rest of it. It started when I was called into the boardroom one afternoon at work. There were three…