We thought Leonidio was an undiscovered Greek climbing paradise, where we would have all the crags practically to ourselves the majority of the time, feeling ever so smug about how well we did to “discover” this place before anyone else…
…how wrong we were! Leonidio is absolutely teeming with climbers. They’re everywhere. Whenever you see a non-Greek person walking down the street of this tiny town, you can be nearly 100% positive it is a climber. And incidentally, I would say you can be around 70% positive they are German.
Continue reading “Exploring Greece: Climbing in Kyparissi”
Whenever I take a break from climbing outdoors I feel like I’ve gone straight back to square one. Leading even an easy route can reduce me to a gibbering wreck if my bolt is a little bit too far away, or I’m not quite sure where to go, or my feet feel a little bit slippery. It seems to happen every time after a long break, no matter how confident I feel going into it.
Continue reading “One week in Leonidio: Getting back into climbing”
We left England on the 6th March. Now, after two weeks, thousands of pounds spent on a breakdown and some of the most stressful days I have ever experienced in my life, we have finally made it to our destination – Leonidio, Greece.
And what a destination it is…
Continue reading “Leonidio: Our life as climbing bums finally begins”
One of the most memorable things for me about Vietnam will be our long-distance journeys by sleeper bus, one of which took an epic 24 hours. Just imagine, an entire day on a bus! But this blog post is purely about our attempts to get to Vietnam from Laos in the first place…
Continue reading “The sleeper bus diaries: Getting to Vietnam”
Food poisoning is something our mothers always warn us about before we set off on travels outside the safety of the developed world, but it’s something most of us never seriously worry about when there’s so much yummy exotic grub to try at every street corner. But you certainly wish you were a bit more cautious when you (or your other half) are puking your guts out on Christmas day in a hotel on a Vietnamese island…especially when you cherished the dream of going for an outdoor climb that day and enjoying the local countryside!
Continue reading “Climbing in Northern Vietnam: How we got sick on Christmas day”