Tandem Thoughts

Don’t you hate it when someone cycles really close behind you? Well we have one month of that! However, not satisfied with staring at each other’s bums on the bike, we decided to add a second perspective through rock climbing. We’re fairly mediocre at both of these sports, but combining them makes us feel like […]

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I had a beautiful dream, this dream was me and you… Roxanne left Montserrat carrying with it 8 litres of red wine. This probably wasn’t ideal considering google maps had decided to add a new dimension to our challenge in the form of dirt tracks. The descent to Barcelona was a bit gnarly as Roxanne […]

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The next day we stopped feeling sorry for ourselves and got on with having fun. Montserrat is actually pretty cool, and looks a bit like dribbles of icing. Even cooler is the fact we can now SEE Barcelona! Although just out of reach for a couple of days. Montserrat is pretty much a huge rock […]

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The Journey

Morning breakfast climbing club gathered for its final meet at the cliffs of Camarasa. Sweatily, we slipped our way up a couple of routes before the midday sun. Then, just as the mad dogs came out to play, so we set off on the tandem. Dropping out of the Pyrenees proper and heading over rolling […]

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MilkMAD Merlin

Our recently purchased bible, “Lleida Climbs,” next led us to the riverbanks of the Camarasa gorge. While the limestone cliffs soared above us, we struggled to get off the ground. It turned out half of Barcelona had the same book and our campsite was soon overrun – bit of a spoiler given we were hoping […]

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Not-so-Fantastic Mr. Fox

Determined to spend a night near water without getting wet, Merlin strung his hammock over a piece of lake. Alex decided this looked like a good idea and followed suit. As the temperature increased so strangely did the level of the reservoir. High thirties left us confined to climbing early mornings and late evenings. So […]

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Under the Bridge Downtown

Having spent the morning climbing a few routes in Foridada, we set off up the Ventamillo gorge in search of a swimming spot. We managed to get pretty high in the mountains and rolled over a bridge to yet another perfect hammock pitch. Maybe the Pyrenees aren’t so bad after all. The following day we […]

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The next day, Thunder fell from his perch on the handlebar and got crushed by a wheel. We’d had another freezing night in the crappy old hammocks. To prevent any further pessimism, we introduced a rule where the use of “should’ve” is punishable by push-ups. Here are some that caught us out: Should’ve stolen a […]

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