It was one of those heart stopping moments, the moment I have been dreading throughout my climbing career...when something goes wrong. I stood motionless as my friend above pulled up over a massive chunk of rock and it fell away from the wall, taking him with it. A terrace below, I thought he was going to be crushed as the block was so huge. Luckily it fell to one side and him the other but the said block then shattered into slightly smaller rock missiles and rained down on us below (perfect day to leave your helmet behind).
As the dust settled we realised we were all ok, apart from the profuse amounts of blood pouring out my head. Thanks to Moni I cleaned up ok but we did get to spend a fantastic evening following the yellow line in hospital waiting for the verdict.
And the moral if this story is...we’re all bloody lucky and NEVER NEVER climb without your lid!!!
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