Oddly eneough, I've recently returned from Mada. It was brill./
But what am I doing on this site for Victorian Rock climbers when I livw in the flattest pard of ther UK?
Well, I was just minding my own, typing in random google searches (as one does), and my search for "qwertyutopia" landed me fair and square in a rack-climbing forum. Now, I (kind of ) believe in destiny and, since I've been laid up with a broken leg for the past month thinking of ways to improve my life, rock-climbing was one of those ideas I decided tomrun with. So imagine how stoked I was to end up with you G'day-G'dangas!
No sooner joined your site than picked upon the latest post - that happens to be you - to make my elliptical introduction - no offense - and thought that I could let you know that Madagascar is really worthwhile, for loads of reasons. I could put you in touch with an organisation out there full of lovely womens groups that I did my stint of volunteering with - if you like. But I haven't climbed before, so unless you're interested in orchids, geology generally and anthropology, then I can't help much more than a lonely planet book I'm afraid. Anyway, there we are then.
What I can say is, take a mate and spend the money wisely, like living really mean but buying a motorbike for getting around. Don't count on much, so expect oh shit i'm getting dive-bombed by mozzies. G'night! |