Sydney sea cliffs: jump fence, descend rotting fisherman's ladder past dumped garbage and storm water runoff, grungy wet holds, bad bolt, general fear, sandy salty holds, bad bolt, really sandy crumbling blocks, general terror, top out in manicued park with chai latte sipping joggers, everything is covered in sand, salt, birdshit, and thorns from invasive weeds and your partner decides never to climb there again. |