Easterholyday!

First we went to Fontainbleau. This is litterary the mekka of bouldering. I loved Castle hill, but Font is just even better! Its like Castle hill, just bigger and with friction and forest, which makes it really cozy. We set of from Trondheim all six of us on thuesday morning. When arriving in Paris we quite soon found out that the metro system is not really made for people with big backpacks, and espesially not with crash pads! We did get through though, in some miraculous way, and we got too Fontainbleau town, where we got time for a little bit sightsing and shopping before heading to Milly la Foret and the camping. Which was not to easy without a car... Next time we are definatly renting one!

Mattias and Sindre (I think they really like the bags! :) in front of the castle in Fontainbleau. This was the castle of the french kings before Versailes.

Bouldering the bus stop at Fontainbleau railway station desperatly waiting to get to the boulders

Showing the boys how they do it in NZ (1080 of course! see november)

We did get to the boulders at last though, and where basically in heaven! So before going futher in my story, here is a free translation of parts of an article describing different climbers from the last number of Klatring (the norwegian climbing magazin)

Boulderers: The rase lives in a sort of sect where it is changing who to whorship. Characterized by the prayer mat, which is placed on the ground underneath the leader who is in accordance with the regulations wearing a beanie and no shirt while trying to ascend the holy mountain. The disciples are cheering ecstatic and putting their hands up in worship. If the sect leader succed the crowd underneath yells ecstatic words of praise.

Tips to become a beliving boulderer:

• Image: Cool, very very cool
• Outfit: Beanie, no shirt, baggy pants and did I mention no shirt?!?
• Gear: Climbing shoes, prayer mat and a big chalk bag for the oh so holy chalk
• Menatlity: Scared of big heights

Eskil and Sindre are just lacking the beanies

Mattias showing off in "Dunis" (downie) and "Baris" (No shirtie:)

The teori is that you climb better if you get an award (=good french wine ) when you send the problem :)

Me on a really hard roof problem (I will let you all belive that that I climber a lot more moves on this :)

One day the boys went to Paris to go shopping and sightsing while me and Sigrid stayed climbing! (this might sound amazing or even wierd, but when we go more thoroughly into this happening it turns out that what the boys actually did was going to the biggest sport shops in Paris and returing to Font with an fazinating amound of cheap (compared to norway) expenisive gear...) Me and Sigrid on the other hand got an amzing day in the area Bas Couvier (where some of the most famous problems in Font are) together with some cool norwegian guys we meet on the camp.

Me and Sigrid

Font in a nutshell!

Well, this is getting seriously long... I should probably wait till I have forgotten parts of trips before I write about it, would make it easier to limit my self :) So then, more pics less words!

The wonderful dish of bratwurst boild in beer is not only good in NZ! The other ting cooking on the fire is snails boiled in wine... Made by Leaf (bellow)

Dan and Leaf, two crazy british climbing dudes

Crossing the desert by Cul de Chien

The boys hanging out by the tents

Sigrid and Gaute in Orly airport. If you are takeing the plane early in the moring and all the seats are taken, and you have a sleeping mat, of course you use it! Just as if you want to eat breakfast on the crashpads in the train on the way to Paris in you dont have a knife Gaute use a carrot for the butter and aioli instead! I just dont understand why we of all people got so many wierd looks...

After an amazing week in Font we went back to Norway and traditional norwegian easter. Me and Sigrid went to our family cabin Brennbu with the family. Update and pics from this will come!

Oh, and last, I'll try to upload a video to see if it works. This is Sindre on the classic Font climb Eclipse.