Rongy’s thoughts about me

Well…. where do I start? Truthfully there can only be one place, the PCYC Bunbury.

I didn’t know it then but my very first indoor climbing experience, tho in a tiny location, was the catalyst of a turning point in my life. It was also the day I met Sensei, Obi Wan, Guru, Master and more importantly my good friend Krish.

Anyway that’s enough of that, well not exactly. Some perspective is probably needed.

Wiggins has the credit of introducing me to climbing, but Krish is the one to teach me, amongst others the ART of climbing. I’m not sure when the gentle bullying, giving of penalty slack or photographic belaying started… but on only my first or second night at the PCYC Krish invited us outdoors for a climb. What better place than Wilyabrup and I think maybe Setting Sun or Tom Thumb as my first routes.

Right from the start I tried to dance or perhaps flow is the better term, up the rock in the style Krish effortlessly does (did ha ha). Knowing that if someone as slight of build as him could climb that well, then so could I if I just learnt the right techniques. The rest, as they say is history (and mostly, faithfully recorded in his stories).

Now thirteen or so years later I still look to Krish as the leader of the gang, the master. And if I’m able to continue climbing as good as him, as long as him, I’ll be pretty darn happy with myself.