Riglos

In March I drove down from Chamonix where I was living for the winter, to Riglos in Northern Spain. I had heard about a climb called Fiesta de los Biceps, and had to go. I did not know anything about the area or climb but just wanted to do it for the name.

Then the more research I did the better it looked. So I called my mate Chris Bevins and flew in to Barcelona for a 4 day flash pump. The Journey down went well, but someone did try and break into the van while I was sleeping in it, and then the next day in Barcelona someone broke the other window and lock and stole quite a lot from the van! Great start to the trip. But it was ok I drove down to Tarragona to pick Chris up in the morning, and when he never came out of the terminal I knew something was up. He managed to forget his passport at home! But managed to get another flight and was in Barcelona 9 hours later, which gave me some time to make a new window out of acrylic.

We got there late at night and it was great to wake up to an incredible view. I forget the name of the climb we did on the Piton but is was brilliant climbing at around 6c. The climbing was incredibly fluid and the holds are like someone has thrown bags of potatoes at the wall and they have stuck, although not all of them..

It was an 8 pitch route and the first climb I had done all winter, so we were knackered by the end of it with such a deep pump it was unreal!

Chris Made this great edit of the climb:

 

Then with bad weather we had a rest day eating chorizo, and then it was time for the Fiesta. The first pitch is very average but it is 5 star for the next 8. It is dream climbing, and the most savage pump imaginable, whilst climbing on jugs. Near the top it is so steep if feels like you are climbing a roof, and it must be near 45 degrees over hanging. We had so much fun on the wall and it was a top 5 climb of my life.

From the name of the climb we had an idea of putting laminated cards on each belay, to keep psyched! I wonder if they are still there. Our friend Hank the tank Caylor said they were still there 2 weeks later when he did the route, and then Alex Honnold also commented on them as being a bit weird when he soloed the route.

To finish off the climb, Chris exited in his normal style and jumped off the top, while I walked off the back, getting horibly lost in the process. I promised that next time we go back I am jumping as well!

Here is a video I put together about our adventures together:

We were lucky with the weather and left the next day when it poured down, but we got everything in a short space of time and it was back off to Chamonix for me and some more skiing.