Our trip to the Dolomites last September made me seriously question the fun in Rock Climbing as a hobby. My friend Thomas has wanted to do this climb for about fifteen years and has tried unsuccessfully about four times.
Well, the whole trip was a bit sketchy to be honest. It's too much for here, but briefly... The friend I was travelling with failed to arrive at the airport because his taxi crashed and rolled on the way.
I crashed the hire car within 1hr of collecting it.
At the start of the 'big' climb (Dibona Arete) a group of UK army bods overtook us to the start of the climb so, rather than argue, we moved to an alternative (wrong) start position. Another climber fell from about 30 meters above me before smashing into the mountain side. His belayer then dropped him the last meter or so (I thought I'd watched him die, then had to do a very scary, 10 meter unprotected traverse).
The large group of climbers and delays caused by mountain rescue meant lots of lost time. We made it to the top but, halfway back down, it became too dark to continue safely. So, two of us spent a night perched on a small ledge, tied into the rope so, if we managed to sleep, we wouldn't fall. We both got a bit of hypothermia and the conversations were about how neither of us wanted to climb again (the previous year I broke my coccyx before we even got to the start of this climb)
When dawn broke, we managed to find the next abseil anchor and made our way to solid ground about 150m below.
We then had a two hour walk back to the car, a 45 minute drive to the cottage where we spent the day and night sleeping.
The next day or two were pretty uneventful, I think we did a few mountain walks rather than any climbing.
The hire company were very forgiving about the car, luckily I had taken out the extra insurance so it wasn't too expensive for me.
Next disaster was the flight home, it was delayed by six hours , so instead of getting home around 10:00PM we finally arrived at 4:00AM and I was working that day.
We heard that the guy that fell, although very broken did survive but to this day, I still have flash backs and can hear the groans of him taking, what I thought were, his dying breaths.
Rob.
PS
We have both done some climbing since and are planning a trip back to the Cullen Ridge this year (where I fell and snapped my leg 5 years ago).