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| The Art Gallery. David Tapps |
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| Bolting on Lead. David Tapps |
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| Andrew's Mangled Finger! David Tapps |
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| Paul on the plane. Jamie Smith |
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| My Aching Feet. Jamie Smith |
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| Focusing. Jamie Smith |
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| The MARE Land Rovers. Jamie Smith |
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| Marijus and the kids. Jamie Smith |
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| The local Kings. Jamie Smith |
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| Andrew on Is My Driving Dangerous. Jamie Smith |
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| Is My Driving Dangerous. Flash. Jamie Smith |
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| Is My Driving Dangerous. Jamie Smith |
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| Yes, it's a Scorpion. Jamie Smith |
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| The Market. Jamie Smith |
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| The Ancient Village of Idandre. Jamie Smith |
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| Welcome to Idanre. Andrew Porter |
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| Lots of Kids. Andrew Porter |
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| After the big yawn... Andrew Porter |
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| Crispy Chicken. FA by Jimbo. Andrew Porter |
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| Crispy chicken. Flash. Andrew Porter |
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| Crispy Chicken. Andrew Porter |
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| Junior climber. Andrew Porter |
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| Burden of Guilt Project. Andrew Porter |
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| On the way to the prize giving. Andrew Porter |
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| The trad venue. Andrew Porter |
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| The Governor at the closing ceremony. Andrew Porter |
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| Relaxing with the skorpio vodka. Andrew Porter |
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It's been quite a while since I've written anything down. Might be a lack of photos being taken, or it may just have been having nothing to say really. One way or the other I have a log update here from my recent trip to Nigeria.
Welcome to Nigeria…
It was all a bit rushed. I had to
change some rand to dollar before leaving to the airport; but after sitting at
First National Bank in Hatfield for half an hour only to discover that the
normal Forex person was not in the office. This left me wondering what to do.
It was already 11 and I needed to be at the airport at 12. Yvette and I decided
to try Menlyn and head direct from there to the airport.
Menlyn was quick to tell me I
could only do a forex at the airport which concluded that. We made it to the
airport by 12 and by the time I check my baggage through it was 13:15. I still
hadn’t gotten any dollars so we raced around the terminals looking for a forex
counter. Eventually we found one and were able to change some rand.
Now I was really running behind,
it was 13:25 and I hadn’t gone through passport control or bought some lunch
and flight was supposed to start boarding at 13:15 to depart at 14:15. After a
reasonably quick line in passport control I made it to News Café for a quick sandwich
purchase and continued to the gate. No lines make things pretty simple. When I
walked on to the plane I was greeted with a big smile by David and then the
question: “where is Andrew?” I presumed he’d be on the plane by now; he was
well ahead of me in the check in process.
He did find his way on to the plane a few moments later.
The flight was brilliant; in
fact, I thought it was a little short. Six hours felt like such a short time.
The food was a little less than amazing but the wine made up for it and the
company made for riveting discussions. Andrew told me about how they were able
to outwit the rangers at Camp 4 and we shared Spitzkoppe stories to compare
granite types. We had only seen a few images of where we were going but were
very excited nonetheless.
Upon landing in Lagos, we were
met by a uniformed officer who swiftly took our passports and asked us to
follow him. We were a little unnerved as we watched our passports disappear in
front of our own eyes but excited that we had just skipped the entire line into
immigration, of which we were at the back. A few minutes later our passports
were returned to us and were stamped without us ever having seen an immigration
official. It only took a little while to collect our baggage and by this point
we were quite garrulous and excited to see where we were going next. Biola
found us around this time and we made our way outside to a bus where we were
greeting by a police officer holding an AK-47. He was there to escort us.
The air was stifling and thick.
The air conditioning in the bus was welcome. After a short drive we arrived at
our hotel for the evening, the Ibis. It was beautiful. The reception area was
designed very well and we could see the bar and restaurant area in the
background. We were pretty hungry by now and were trying to get a hold of
Benito to join us for a drink in the bar; but, alas, he was busy at a party and
could not join us. We sampled some of the local beer; I seem to like Gulsten
whilst Andrew and David liked Star. The food was local cuisine and was
incredibly tasty accept for one item that David had on his plate. He tried it
and pulled an incredible face. I thought it can’t be that bad. I put my spoon
into the viscous liquid and as I raised it I noticed that the texture resembled
mucous. Somehow I still managed to put the spoon in my mouth. The taste was
awful! But I had tried it and now I know what to stay away from. Later I was I
told by David that he couldn’t believe that I examined it and still ate it.
The next morning I woke up in my
room and realised that I had no idea what time it was and what the plans for
the day were. I looked at my phone and saw that it was 9:15. Having no idea
what time zone I was in, I was a bit worried that it was 10:15 or 11:15. In
actual fact, it was only 8:15. Andrew found himself in a similar dilemma that
morning, having awakened at 6:15 only to realise that it was still dark out and
really only 5:15. Early breakfast I guess.
We were on the bus by 9:15 and
catching a glimpse of the city of Lagos. It was quite a sight. The buildings
are quite old and worn; the traffic is utter chaos yet very functional; the sky
is polluted and hazy. The people were incredibly friendly, each one of the
venders on the street greeting everyone in the bus. This was the same for the
fuel stations, where petrol is R3.25 a litre!! That was the first shock to our
systems. The second shock to me came when we pulled out of the station into
traffic that I couldn’t imagine navigating. Our driver simply pushed in and
people moved. We were in a bus, probably could seat 20 people comfortably.
The bus weaved through traffic
with the greatest of ease, horn blaring constantly. This is how people indicate
they are going to squeeze past the next vehicle on these roads with no lanes. A
road that normally we would consider two lanes with a shoulder has 4 cars
abreast with a fifth one pushing through. Chaos. This continued at 100km an
hour on the highway, a two lane road with a divider and then two more lanes for
opposing traffic. Apparently, the taxis feel that there can be a reversible
lane on the other side of the road and no one batted an eyelid other than the
three of us. Chaos.
There were police checkpoints
along the way to Ondo State. At each checkpoint there were street vendors too.
We raced through each of the blocks as we were in a government vehicle with two
AK-47 carrying police officers. When we arrived in Akure we were cut off by a
group of men in a Toyota. One of them jumped out of their vehicle and quick as
a flash our AK-47 carrying police officer was on his feet and out of the bus.
We quickly found out that we had just been pulled over by the Commissioner of
Transport because the vehicle was moving too fast! Our driver was given a stern
warning and we were allowed to continue. David was laughing profusely about the
situation.
We arrived at the hotel a few
minutes later, which was a different venue than the one we thought we were
going to. Later we found out that there was a press awards conference at the
Sunview Hotel so the Emperor was an equivalent option. We had an early dinner
and waited to go out to the hills, but the time came and went along with the
sun. Our first day was over and we were admittedly a bit tired. The next day
would be along soon enough and we would have a lot to do.
Sunday morning was interesting.
We woke up and were rearing to go! We ordered breakfast, which took a really
long time, the better part of an hour really. This is the theme here in Akure
for food at the Emperor Hotel. We were collected at 9:00 and driven to Idandre.
The first domes we saw were large enough to get our attention. The boulders on
the sides of the road were as big as some of the boulders in Rocklands. We were
officially excited.
We were asked to scout for some
new possible lines for the competition to be held on. It was not going to be an
easy task. Having been a few days since I’d done any climbing, naturally I had
to get on the rock and try out an existing line. It was a complete change on
pace for me with the tiny holds and smearing feet. I onsighted the line and I
guess it is about a 23 for the first pitch. Andrew followed me up the pitch and
David followed him. We had to hurry as we needed to get back to Akure to attend
a press conference being put on by Commissioner Deji Falae.
Andrew, David and I were having a
great time until all the cameras were on us and we weren’t quite sure if we
were meant to act focused or amused or look like we were having a great time,
which in fact we were.
After the press conference Deji personally
took us to another possible venue for the climbing competition. It looked to be
very promising. We had a spicy scramble up a long slab with a tricky traverse
at the top. At the start of the scramble Deji said that he would watch us from
there. Andrew and I raced up the slab and as David followed us he decided to
take a slightly easier route. At the top we found a beautiful dihedral with
roofs at the top. There is a crack that heads right and a series of roofs to
the left. A beautiful crack climb is off to the left by a few meters. We cannot
wait to get back there and open some amazing new lines. On our descent we were
mobbed by a group of on-looking children. They were all very impressed with the
fact that we were climbing there and I wouldn’t be too surprised if some of
them had never seen a white person before. We made a quick stop at the local
school again to reassess if we could put up lines there for the competition
seeing as the access would be too difficult elsewhere.
Deji is a very friendly and motivated
man. On the way home we had an in depth discussion about politics in Africa.
The Governor of Ondo State is setting up a plan that will stand the test of
time; the objective is to leave the state in a better circumstance for the next
holder of the office than it was given to him. The aim is to have a proper ten
year plan in place for infrastructure and development that should not be
affected by politics. This naturally is a very difficult objective to achieve
yet but with the aim of being selfless and putting the people above one’s self,
it may very well be achievable. Deji has a great deal of confidence in the
Governor. He mentioned that he had been to South Africa, Johannesburg and
Pretoria for a week. We spoke about South African politics too but we don’t
need to go into that. Deji has done so much to make this MARE Festival
successful, you can see that he is working around the clock to get things done
right. The press conference is a very good example. The objective of the press
conference was to put a positive spin on the event; he appealed to the members
of the press to help him make this event a success.
After we got back to the hotel,
the three of us sat around the dinner table with beer and planned our onslaught
on the mountain. We thought that we had a really good plan and after we
concluded our debate it was off to bed. The next morning we were up at 6:00,
breakfast by 6:30 and Martin was here to pick us up before 7. When we arrived
at the school, it was full of kids! EEEEeeeek. Not my personal favourite. To be
honest, I have a “thing” about people I don’t know touching me. I also find
mobs of kids a bit worrisome. Now, here, I am faced with a mob of kids that
wanted to hang all over me. Fortunately Martin and some of the older boys were
able to keep them away from us while we were setting up our gear and finalizing
David’s plans to walk around and rap bolt some midway anchors.
Andrew and I suited up and he led
the first pitch of the current bolted route. I was carrying the gear and
trailing a rope so I fought my way up the pitch and then belayed Andrew as he
onsighted the second pitch. I had a really hard time getting up the pitch, I
felt quite off-balance on it. I was even more unnerved by the three holds that
broke each of which left me slipping off but not falling. We made it to the top
of the route and planned our descent into a bowl with trees. This is about 45m
above the ground so we fixed a line (after much debate how to do so) to set up
a top rope for a route we found underneath.
When I got to the ground I was
literally mobbed by the school kids, who proceeded to hang on me. They were all
very excited to see me get to the ground. Packing up the gear and getting to
the car was pretty complicated too, with all the kids literally hanging on me.
Oh well, put on a brave face and survive it.
It took us a few hours get back
and wait for the arrival of the others. We thought they would arrive by two but
six hours later they still weren’t there. Fortunately they joined us just in
time for dinner. The conversation revolved greatly around the reversible lanes
and chaotic driving. Chaos seems to be a continuing theme in Nigeria. We came
to the conclusion that we would all work the routes in advance so that we could
see how difficult they would be and see if the moves would actually go.
The group was happy to see the
mountains and get the routes bolted. The Spaniards were psyched to get up the
mountain and missioned up on our fixed line getting bolts in as they went. Paul
was in his element coordinating and marking where bolts needed to be placed. It
was fantastic. The kids were back too and the others were able to experience
the mobbing.
On Tuesday morning, Jimbo,
Marijus and I ran up the multipitch and had a bunch of fun in the process. It
felt much better the second time around, no fear this time. When we got down we
looked at the other lines and watched Andrew and David aid bolting a line. They
were looking pretty good. It was quite a sight, seeing them bolting a line on
lead. It was even more amazing to actually try out the climb and discover that
the moves pretty much would go apart from one or two slightly blank sections.
The other two competition lines
were bolted shortly after the aid line was completed. They both looked like the
moves would all be possible right from the start. Both looked like very high
quality lines. After hours of debating, we decided that it would be necessary
to “enhance” the climb in order to make it work out for the competition. The
next day three small pockets were drilled by Paul, our judge and organizer. I
was very curious to see what they felt like. But I was taking a rest morning
back at the hotel. Jimbo, Andrew and Marijus tried out the two lines on the
left of the crag which were bolted from the aid line. They figured out all the
moves and thought they were pretty cool.
The plan was to finish testing
the lines in the afternoon so that we would all be prepared for the competition
on Friday morning, but when we arrived at the festival for the opening ceremony
we were ushered into a tent where were seated behind the Governor as well as
the Kings of the area. David was caught out in the open by a film crew and
interviewed about the MARE Festival. The rest of us were laughing at this stage
thinking we were lucky enough to avoid the film crews. The opening ceremony was
on a time table that was really far off. It looked as though the Governor was
meant to deliver his opening address at 13:30 but he took to the stage closer
to 16:30. At this point we were invited to go up on stage and dance with the
Governor, a great honour according to Bob1 (our nickname for Mr
Batula).
We made it back to the hotel well
after dark and we were very tired. At least we managed to eat some dinner and
have an early night; well, all of us except for Paul. Paul was picked up by Bob1
and whisked away to the Governor’s house for a cocktail evening. Paul told Bob1
that we shouldn’t be disturbed as we needed to climb early in the morning. He
spent the evening rubbing shoulders with local celebrities and Nollywood
(Nigerian Hollywood) stars. I think that he had the much better deal as far as
the ceremonies went. The wine was flowing and the temperature was nice and cool
compared to the tent in the sun.
Morning came and the bus was
late. This was the theme of the trip. Of course it was a little worse today
than it had been on previous mornings seeing as today was the start of the
competition. So the result was that we managed to climb the first route in
semi-cool temperatures and the second route was in full sun. Jimbo and Marijus
got the ball rolling on the first route with consecutive sends. Jimbo dubbed
the route “Is My Driving Dangerous?” (24). Andrew was up next and he fell in
the crux. I flashed the route after a bit of time in the crux. Jorge1
climbed the route quite well reaching the same point as Andrew, though he ended
up screaming veraciously and aiding his way up some of the rest of the route as
he fell off. He was having a good time.
The second line saw Marijus set
off first and fell near the top. He was very disappointed with his lapse of
concentration. Jimbo went up second and sent the line calling it “Crispy
Chicken” (23) which was an ode to David’s love, or borderline obsession, with
chicken. We all teased him about his chicken but to be honest, it was normally
the best option for lunch and dinner regardless. Andrew went up and got quite
far, past the crux actually, before coming off. I flashed the line and was
pretty excited about the two lines as they were fantastic climbing! These were
seriously amazing lines that were not overly difficult and yet looked like they
would be tough as nails before there was chalk on the holds. Jorge1
had some bad luck and could not manage to work out the sequence to arrive at
the first bolt. David made it to the second bolt quite comfortably before a
foot error saw him fall off right before the easy ground.
We headed back to the hotel for
the rest of the morning and returned to the crag for the afternoon so that we
could work on the two routes in preparation for the final. We worked together
to figure out the sequence on routes 3 and 4. We dubbed route 3 the “Burden of
Guilt” project owing to the drilled pockets to allow the route to flow at
around 28. The “Full Circle” project is much much harder, my guess was 32/33.
It felt harder than the line Clinton and I were working in Blouberg previously,
which is essentially a slab boulder problem. There is a sequence past the
circular dish of crimps but it is nails. I did the moves once so there is a
discernable sequence but it was beyond all of us for this sort of timeframe.
The next morning the bus arrived
on time and we were ready to climb by 7:30. But we needed to wait for the
Commissioner to arrive with the television crews. This only happened around
9:00. Fortunately we managed to climb the long “Burden of Guilt” line in the
shade. Andrew set off first and reached the overlap before falling off. Marijus
fell off a little higher than Andrew. I set off first climbing past the first
crux before I broke a foothold. I was really disappointed but had another
chance. Jimbo cruised past the first crux, then past my highpoint and continued
another 4 bolts falling just before the top out due to a breaking hold. We were
all cheering and impressed! I got back on after he was finished and slipped off
lower than my previous attempt. At this point we all knew that it would take
something special to alter the outcome of the competition.
The final route ended up being
very tricky as we expected but none of us reached the points we expected to
reach. Marijus and Andrew fell off at the second bolt and Jimbo and I were off
at the 4th. I was hoping to reach the 5th but was
outwitted by the sequence yet again. Jimbo, Marijus and I were unable to escape
the cameras and were interviewed about the routes and our feelings towards the
MARE Festival. We were able to head back to the hotel and prepare for the
closing ceremony and prize giving. I was feeling a bit ill so I wasn’t in the
best of moods but the rest of the crew was psyched! They were dancing and
partying from the onset of the concert. We were seated on stage with the kings,
senator, governor and commissioners of the state. Once again, this was quite an
honour. We weren’t quite as please to be seated in front of the wall of
speakers but after we found some toilet paper to stuff in our ears we were a
bit happier.
The ceremony and concert were
great. We eventually made it back to the hotel around 12am and got some rest.
The next day was a full rest day as the bus was in Lagos dropping off the
Spanish climbers. I enjoyed taking the day off and sleeping off some of my
illness but the others were rearing to go. Everyone else made their way to the
local market to buy some Skorpio Vodka, which did in fact have a scorpion in it
which did in fact get eaten by David. I guess the chicken ran out or something.
Bob1 was less than impressed with the jail break owing to the fact
that the government was directly responsible for our safety.
Monday, the bus was late again
and we did not get in much in the way of climbing. Time was short and our
tempers were getting shorter too. We only had Monday and Tuesday left to climb
and bolt lines but most of Monday was wasted. When we arrived at the trad
climbing area there was a fire right beneath the routes. It seemed as though
Murphy was working against us. We ended up walking up the 660 steps to the
Ancient Idandre Village. It was an impressive sight but there was so much
litter all over the place, it was really an eyesore. Before it becomes a world
heritage site it will be necessary to clean the area thoroughly and ensure that
other people respect it as much as the visitors will.
On our final day the bus was
right on time. We made it to the school yard nice and early and we got in all
the climbing we possibly could before the wall went into the sun. After it was
in the sun, Paul, Marijus, Jimbo and I did some bouldering. The problems were
fun but our skin was a serious limiting factor after having climbed so many
granite routes. By lunch time we had all given up and decided to call the
climbing portion of our trip closed. Jimbo, Marijus and Andrew managed to get
in some swimming that afternoon while Paul and I walked to the supermarket to
buy some Nutella and bread for the drive to Lagos in the morning.
The drive back to Lagos was
chaotic, even more so than the drive to Akure, as we were now in the lane that
vehicles would drive head on towards us. It was not particularly worrisome
though. I think we had all gotten used to the idea that the drivers were
actually in control of the situation. The drive was actually quite interesting,
particularly once we were in Lagos and had to drive 45 minutes to make a U-turn
simply because the centre barrier wouldn’t allow any for quite some distance.
Overall, the trip was great fun.
The climbing was good, the rock was of high quality and I would really be
interested in returning next year. Now that we have a good idea of what is
required of us for the MARE Festival, we can be more prepared with the right
mentality for the event as well as bringing along some more specialized gear,
like plastic holds and material to build a climbing wall for the kids. We all
hope to return to Nigeria next year.
