It isn't a diary.
Anyway, recently I went away. The first time was on a climbing visit to Waterval Boven with my great friend Roger. Fantastic climbing and brilliant company. It couldn't really get any better, could it?
So here we have Dario, Dirk and me sitting in the chalet. At this point I am contemplating taking out a restraining order against Dario preventing him coming within a 500 km radius of my daughters. Photo courtesy of Roger. These two gentlemen, along with Roger and my girlfriend, had, earlier in the day, warned me, in spite of my being a professor, against writing sentences, like this one, with so many commas and subclauses.
Well, obviously they didn't. Even if they had, which they didn't, I would have continued to do so.
They participated in my un-retirement. They contributed to it. That was a Very Good Thing, because the few hours for which I was retired (about 4 hours, I think), were not nice. I wasn't nice. I did continue to exhude bonhomie and sound chipper etc, but I wasn't enjoying it. So I unretired, crushed the nemesis in short order but appalling style and then posed for pictures like this (Roger took this as well):
The guy in the green shirt is Chris, or Steve. Either way, he is one of the 3lostmonkeys. There is a blog. Check it out. Now then, here is something interesting. Dario's shoes are Adidas Gazelle's. I know those shoes well from the 1970s, in their original model. How about that? So, Dario, Dirk, Roger and my long-suffering gf - thank you.
Ok, I want to talk about my pink shorts. Apparently people think they are gay. What? It's almost 2012 people. What could possibly be the issue here?
They are bright pink shorts and I like them and they are comfortable. Another photo of Roger's.
Next I went to Zambia. I am participating in a project to help uplift the Copperbelt University. Trying to make a difference. Climbing doesn't make any difference to anyone at all.
