Christchurch
After leaving the comfortable routine I had found myself in in Arrowtown with Anne, Bruce, Trudi, and Dan I was dreading the thought of moving back to hostels with drunk idiots belting Jack Johnson songs at 2a.m. and endless sophomoric conversations about how awesome their last night of drinking was and just how drunk they were:
Yes, really, they were that drunk.
Really? THAT drunk?
Yes. THAT drunk.
Wow.
After a few phone calls I found myself picked up on my way to dinner and provided with a strict climbing itinerary for the weekend. I was so overjoyed that I couldn't even scrub the dumb smile off my face during my morning's shower.
I have landed on my feet here in Christchurch, slyly integrated into the Kiwi climbing scene and can quite regularly be found, climbing, out for dinner, or drinking in the bars (no Jack Johnson tunes however.)
I began staying on the hid-a-bed of my most hospitable friend Ailish, living in the suite above her father's vacant chiropractic clinic. The deal is I keep us stocked in beer and wine. Next door is his functioning chiropractic practice, and throughout the last few weeks I have been privileged to have met three of her brothers, her mother and father, had a free and extensive chiropractic analysis, and am excited about my first adjustment on Friday. I still have yet to meet several of the sisters, but hope to complete my collection of Roughans before I leave.
I am proud to announce that I have discovered my flow here in New Zealand, something I had been missing for my first few weeks here. I have achieved that Zen-like state where those situations, people, object and emotions I need find their way to me without stress or effort.
I am tuned in.
With an established base I have been able to make multiple trips west to Castle Hill which is the area's (and possibly New Zealand's most amazing boulder fields.) details of which can be found above. I will spend 3 more days here before I head North with a small crew to Paynes Ford, a sport climbing area on the north end of the south island. Christmas will be spend sending 5.12s.
Yes, really, they were that drunk.
Really? THAT drunk?
Yes. THAT drunk.
Wow.
After a few phone calls I found myself picked up on my way to dinner and provided with a strict climbing itinerary for the weekend. I was so overjoyed that I couldn't even scrub the dumb smile off my face during my morning's shower.
I have landed on my feet here in Christchurch, slyly integrated into the Kiwi climbing scene and can quite regularly be found, climbing, out for dinner, or drinking in the bars (no Jack Johnson tunes however.)
I began staying on the hid-a-bed of my most hospitable friend Ailish, living in the suite above her father's vacant chiropractic clinic. The deal is I keep us stocked in beer and wine. Next door is his functioning chiropractic practice, and throughout the last few weeks I have been privileged to have met three of her brothers, her mother and father, had a free and extensive chiropractic analysis, and am excited about my first adjustment on Friday. I still have yet to meet several of the sisters, but hope to complete my collection of Roughans before I leave.
I am proud to announce that I have discovered my flow here in New Zealand, something I had been missing for my first few weeks here. I have achieved that Zen-like state where those situations, people, object and emotions I need find their way to me without stress or effort.
I am tuned in.
With an established base I have been able to make multiple trips west to Castle Hill which is the area's (and possibly New Zealand's most amazing boulder fields.) details of which can be found above. I will spend 3 more days here before I head North with a small crew to Paynes Ford, a sport climbing area on the north end of the south island. Christmas will be spend sending 5.12s.
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