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Being a young full of my self climber in august 1989 I left my Mittel Europa bohemian paradise solo hitchhiking first time to Britain to taste trad in North Wales. First of all I was stunned by shiny lavish juicy greenery, had never seen like before , watered by a mild rain as I approached Snowdonia. I ended up in Llanberis dirtbagging in a former stone warehouse of the slate workers.
I had a usual problem of mine to find a partner to climb with.
Never mind I climbed just few minor routes there in Vivian Q. and Rainbow S. areas and around with whomever I have forgotten. I remember specifically to climb the Comes the Dervish E3 5c which I lead OS enduring no whatsoever problem / my that time back home lime sport runout top ceiling was 8/8+ UIAA /, thought it was pretty easy in respect to its fame.
To vivid my story - by my stay I met
- a sport climber from Hungary attempting I keep in mind an 8a+ on the left side wall from the famed Comes the Dervish I joined him too but no one with cigar
- a british young lad in a wheelchair his both legs under knees whitethickplastered, wheeled by his friends through the tunnel gate to under the Comes the Dervish - his story was, as I remember, that he fell off an overhanging wall and hit full force an underlying sloping slab with both his feet, crushlevering his bones into bits with a prospect to may never stand up.
What a sad lesson - The trad best before the crash.
But then I met them both J. R. an J.D.
First I met the Redhead stepping out of his car with one of his best climbing partner, heading to scale the slate.
I do not rember how I met the Dawes. In a time after I was invited to a party to Anne s house on the Llanberis first street up the hillside in fields her windows aiming to Cloggy.
Doves was present and Rdheady possibly as well, partying and chatting. At one moment a John, guess which of two, showed me a photobook ?North Wales climbing, browsed to a page portraying a shot from above of J. ReadyHeady groundupping what became after the Indian Face. He pointed to me to the white spots well above the long reaches o J.R. and asked me a question: " Do you find usually magnesium traces on a blank wall ahead of a FA OS attempt?"
I still cannot resolve the "Mysteries puzzle" for myself, I hope They have done by now.
The John later on in my stay claimed to me that the other John designed one of his route on the Rainbow slab in such a way that the "Though the small the Very Great" found himself standing on a tiny narrow edge waywayway over the ground with the next to no protection bellow his legs and with his "clipped arms" could not reach the salvation bolt - this one being rap drilled by the RedHairy on purpose matching his ApeIndex driven by his in-satin-ity.
The John the rally driver gave me also a ride in his small car, driving fast and sharp on the curving Snowdonian single lane country roads bumper to bumper with the vanguard car, his head close to the windscreen holding the steering wheel his elbows shooting sharply right and left side, chatting with big smile and happy laugh.
The Indian Face? - I solo walked under the Cloggy on my promenade to the Snowdon summit.
With the Hairy One and his climbing partner I went later on together with Ann to climb to Gogarth, my first and only time I ever climbed over the sea. I can not inform you on the secret what the One of Two Johns climbed on that day - Ring the Bells and I may recollect.
But for sure I led the Dream of white horses - lengthy chossy spiral rope drag, lovely lovely mesmerized memory.
I met other imposing figures whose names I cannot figure out, I remember one a very good friend of Dawes living in his isolated house high over Llanberis on the side of the Slate Quarries, possibly N.D. or C.W.
The whole above stated though not a fairy tale might be not cent pr cent correct being spoken from a holey memory not taken from from a diary.
I returned safely home, never returned to North Wales, though I visited Britain one more time in 1991 exploring Stanage and Sheffield area.
Now my lime sport ceiling is back 8-/8 UIAA o low tide. Thinking to revisit my distant memories in North Wales once again - Anyone around to partner with me?
My conclusion
J.R. and J.D.
Bright -ish
Two Gods in Odds
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