20,000 Leagues above the Sea
Trip Start Feb 25, 2010
17Trip End Jan 01, 2011
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The area in Neuvo Leon (the state in which I reside), is beautiful. Monterrey has so much to offer as one of Mexico's largest cities and El Potrero Chico has some of the most extreme climbing I have ever experienced. My Spanish has developed at an astonishing pace in the laziest and most effortless way possible. In the past month that I have been here, I have found the local population to be unbelievably friendly, trustworthy, and hospitable. Within 24 hours of meeting one of my friends from Monterrey, I was offered a place to stay and food to eat for the rest of my life. I find that their traditional culture meshes with contemporary western influence in a much more seamless way than I had seen in the East. Spending time with my Mexican friends is so different than it had been in the States. There are parties almost every night but they don't consist of drinking, smoking, or any sort of mind-altering practices. It usually consists of a barbeque of delicious, home-made authentic mexican food and good company. Mexico has given me, for the most part, the most real social interactions I have ever had. On one of my favorite days, a huge group of us met at a random spot at the park. There were about 15 or so that all came from different directions. One person brought a slackline, another person brought fire toys. The next four hours were spent playing, slacklining, and firedancing in the middle of a park in a crowded city into the early hours of the morning
A few days ago, I found an International Firedancing contest that asked competitors to take a photo of a performing art from an "extreme/obscure" location. Since I am currently living at the base of some of the tallest sport climbing peaks in the world, I figured I had the advantage. The other night I set out on the most dangerous and stupid stunt of my life. I gathered several climbing and photography groups to assist me. I climbed to the 3rd pitch of the Spires, just as the full moon made its crest. From there, I untied my rope, attempted to set up some sort of illusion of safety for the sake of my mind, and freeclimbed to the tip of the Spire. I was expecting some sort of a platform where I could stabilize myself, but instead all I found was unstable and loose rocks. I sat down, too scared to weight my feet on the unsolid terrain in the face of unrelenting gusts of wind. All I could do was straddle the rock for my life as I grabbed my bottle of gasoline with shaking hands. I doused my poi in fuel and lit them on fire. I struggled to maintain my balance as I spun my poi in a 3-beat forward weave
Special thanks to Hexar Anderson, Nyssa Knarvik, Richard Wilson (left photo), and Dan Ancog (right photo)
I am enjoying this small vacation in Mexico climbing and exploring. I plan on staying in El Potrero Chico for a few more weeks as I still have a few climbing goals to pursue. Afterwards I will be traveling down to Puerto Vallarta to visit my Aunt and Uncle for a few weeks and then staying with my father who just moved into a condo 30 minutes south of Cancun. I plan on using that area as a base for my exploration around Southern Mexico before finally ending my vacation and moving to paradise in Honduras to pursue my Diving career.