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Posted by on Jun 10, 2014 in Featured, How I Started Climbing, Personal Stories | 0 comments

A tale of my early adventures, and misadventures, as a British expat working in Dubai who suddenly discovered a love of rock climbing

A tale of my early adventures, and misadventures, as a British expat working in Dubai who suddenly discovered a love of rock climbing

I began rock climbing on New Years Eve 2011. I just could not face the prospect of seeing in one more New Year doing exactly the same thing as I had been doing for the last 10 years – i.e. standing in an overcrowded bar, counting down to midnight, and being hugged by random strangers when the clock stuck twelve. The day before New Year’s Eve, a colleague and I bumped into a friend of a friend at the mall and he and his wife were climbers. They invited us to join them, out in the desert of Oman, for a weekend of sport climbing. At this point I had never climbed before, I didn’t know any of the people, and I didn’t have any climbing gear. In short – I knew nothing of what to expect. Quickly I went to the local sports store and bought a harness, some climbing shoes, and a chalk bag (but no chalk). The following day, early on New Years Eve, the two...

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