Alright, I was gonna trade the story for a lift, but here it is then:
It was a dark and brooding morning with the wind howling though the gap between Tafelberg and Spout
. Rooibosch looked like a bleak prospect, so we decided the gully will have to do. Over the neck things looked better with the sun baking and a little protection from the wind. Seemonster said he spotted a line on the back of Spout he would like to try. Its name, Solitaire, it looked nice and protection appeared plentiful. Sarel set of and came crashing down before he could even place gear. The rock was surprisingly slippery, but Sarel managed to get to the optional belay stance halfway up and decided it was not optional and said I should carry on leading the second half. It looked better so I was keen, but soon realised that the protection was not at all what I had hoped for. I clipped the highest piece on the stance and then a solid C3 within arms length of a solid-ish small nut. A runout to what looked like a bomber rail only to be disappointed by a rail higher than it was wide, so I placed a dodge 3.5 friend and carried on, it looked better up. It wasn't there was nothing, only seams. Sarel showed me a tuft of grass, and after removing it I found a very shallow vertical placement for a 00 friend. I knew the last two placements were only there to lighten my load and would probably not hold, but I was still safe from a deck and the rock above lured me into making me think things can only get better. It didn't. At a bulge where all the slopers turned sideways I started getting quite nervous. Then I saw it! A little horizontally elongated pocket filled with mud and moss (rather weird, I know). I scratched it out while my forearms were getting a tad pumped. The hole looked good, a 0 friend appeared to cam well on all fours. I tested it with a few nervous tugs and felt very relieved. I decided I must rest before tackling the bulge with with the big crack in the roof (or big bulge if you like) just above. Last thing I remember seeing was looking down at Seemonster looking up after taking and giving me the OK. The cam wasn't so good after all and the next 2 was only there to give me spectacular cam flying flashbacks for the next week just before falling asleep at night. I think I fell with my back towards the ground until hitting Sarel on the head and shoulders with my feet. That impact must have flipped me around and the catch must have swung me into the cliff back-of-the-hands first. At least that's what I figured happened, I only know that when I got back to my senses I was hanging upside down looking up to see a very spooked Seemonster peering down at me. I never found out why the last cam failed, maybe it wasn't clean enough and slipped out, maybe the hole broke, maybe it was just a kak placement...
The Chief is one mofo of a piece of granite
You really shouldn't talk about a native like that man. Your trip sounds like fun, how about a lift then we can trade stories?