South Africa

I’m in South Africa. It’s like the USA, but with more barbed wire and more black people. This place has a crazy history and crazy rocks, so I wonder if there’s some sort of connection there. I’ve been keeping the apartheid jokes on the DL so far, how could I do otherwise? I want to express solidarity with the oppressed, and I fear that the whites wouldn’t know it was a joke. I sat by a racist old hag on the airplane and learned that South Africa is the only country in the world with a government made up of ex-criminals. Jail for all those who demand basic human dignity when their white oppressors wish to...oppress.

The trip so far. I had a few hours waiting in London, so I ran into the city and saw some boring buildings and spent a lot of money. London sucks.


Look, it’s Big Ben!

Then I sat in on a House of Commons session, and I must say, the excerpts on NPR are way more interesting. The Honorable Gentleman from Worchestershire didn’t say a damn witty thing. Then I saw Buckingham Palace, a boring concrete building that wouldn’t be out of place at UC Davis. Check out my photo essay commentary on British colonialism.


I call it “The Jailing of the Guards.” Isn’t that deep?

The climbing is pretty much awesome here. In order, we’ve got Justin on Tomorrow I’ll Be Gone (V10) and Amna on Mary’s Roof (V4). The formula for grades: ROCKLANDS GRADE = REALITY+1, and you still get a bunch of softies. The scorecard loves it, but it would be nice to have a little more connection to fact.




Becky tore her MCL the second day she got here, so she travels around like Dr. Octopus on crutches.


Amna has been donning the war paint.


There is a bunch of rock art around from the San people. It’s over 10,000 years old. Sometimes they draw penises on the men.

Final photo: