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<h1>Title page: 1993 LOG of RANTS</h1>
<p>The first part of the log is traditionally taken up by the journey out.<br>
If this is of no interest, here is a link <a href="#id1993-161-1">to the
caving</a>!
<hr />26/6/93 | Journey out | <u>Adam</u>
<p>Rant #1 Adam's trip here
<p>OR - why do I get psychopath criminals on long hitch hikes in foreign
countries.
<p>Left Durham 8 am 24/6 &amp; had merry time hitching to Dover via a turkey
processing factory, getting there in 12 hours. 10pm ferry to Ostend as
better place to find hitch out of, same price as Calais &amp; only 4 hrs.
Thumb out in the port area and &quot;ee-gads&quot; in 5 minutes someone
stopped &amp; they were going to Bulgaria via Saltzburg - my lucky number
had come up. Except he was a complete psychopath, whose convoluted story
unfolded for the next 13 hours of living, waking nightmare. First he wanted
money for petrol - OK I thought, a good lift - so what. Apparently he had
been radiation sick for 10 days after Chernobyl &amp; I think it must have
done him in. Things seemed just a bit odd until 9.30 am, the only things of
note being the story of how he spotted the croupier cheating at a casino
&amp; 1) got &#163;1000 off the casino to keep it quiet 2) got &pound;2000
off the victim to say how he was being cheated - this led to a private eye
&amp; some sugar in a petrol tank - sounded rather undergroundish. It seems
this was not unconnected with my driver's flat being cleared out &amp;
&pound;2500 being stolen - he claimed he knew who &amp; would kill him. Now I
believe the threat. Anyway, 9.30 he stops for a massage &amp; a prostitute,
despite claiming to not have enough money for petrol to Bulgaria. 20 minutes
after starting again &amp; we were drifting towards the crash barrier at 85
mph (in a 1.2 Lada!) &amp; it seemed appropriate to shake his arm to waken
him. So we pulled over for a rest. Next we ran out of petrol in the middle
of sodding nowhere, so off I tramped for 1 hour along the hard shoulder
until the maniac reappeared, having obtained some petrol through a doctor
who had stopped. Now he had said he had been a champion rallye driver for
Bulgaria &amp; as time went on it became clear he drove like a C++T. 4 wheel
slide into a slip road. Overtaking on the hard shoulder just as it was about
to run out, doing the same with inches of space either side - at 80 mph.
Slotting into gaps 1.01 car length in size. He would probably have given
Chris Sharman (in his driving madness heyday) white knuckles. All this
pissed the Germans off a lot &amp; they gestured &amp; horned a bit. His
response was to pull out the craft knife, which I had earlier sabotaged in
case he used it to rob me, and to pick up a stone off the floor. The
culmination of much high speed knobbing about to get in front of one driver
who had expressed his displeasure was the propulsion of said stone at the
other car. The result was a broken front screen &amp; he (the other car)
went into a tree. Clearly if this guy wanted to &quot;do me in&quot; he
would.
<p>Eventually we stopped in &amp; on the wrong side of Munich as he wanted
to sleep &amp; I escaped, gibbering, never having been so scared for so
long. Had to walk through Munich, &amp; dossed for the night in a park.
Saturday was shit - it rained all day, all lifts were short and it took 11
hours to get to Hilde's. It is well worth walking from Bad Reichenhall to
the border for a lift &amp; not hitching on Sat as all cars <u>full</u>. All
in all he demanded &pound;40 and I lost a few weeks from my life so a)
hitching can be dangerous to your health b) hitching is not as cheap as
staying at home, c) I hope I get a lift from a caver going home - hint !
<p>Adam.
<hr /><a id="id1993-161-1">30/6/93</a> | 161 - rigging | Nick, <u>Clive</u>
<p>So, Adam was being organised &amp; said we ought to go caving. We can make
it to Knossos in 1 trip can't we. At Top Camp this goes down to the bottom of
S'not. Get underground at 4 pm ! Set a precedent we do ! Adam rigged traverse
line &amp; [??] better than last year. Then Clive rigs Y-hang, rebelay, goes
down looking for deviation. Then goes up &amp; finds rebelay. Then slowly
down again &quot;I could do with a deviation here&quot;. Marvel of Marvels
there is one (off a shit bolt). Eventually down (1 hr to rig&nbsp;!) It was
my first one and I bet hundreds of people moan &amp; rerig it etc. etc. rant
rant. 2nd pitch. 11mm rope turned to steel hawser. Trying to put it in a
clown - eventually hit it with a rock to make the bend small enough. Abbing
silly impossible. Shit, push I went with the rope. Crabbed stop off. Push I
went some more. Find another deviation. Whee&nbsp;! (well, almost). Then off
crawling a bit, decide we can't find S'not and exit. T/U 3 hrs (I even ran a
bit back from T.C. it was so nice) ooh, it was epic.
<p><a href="../1992/log.htm#id1992-161-19">Previous trip</a> (1992 derig) /
Next trips: <a href="#id1993-161-2">more rigging in RHR</a> /
<a href="#id1993-161-8">surveying in entrance area</a> /
<a href="#id1993-161-7">Pushing in LHR</a>
<hr /><a id="id1993-200-1">1/7/93</a> | Plateau - Prospecting | Adam, <u>Nick</u>, Andy W, Mike TS
<p>Much time spent wandering about the plateau looking for caves. Two new
(?) ones were found. At the first, Adam decided to abandon the traditional
technique of chucking a rock down the hole, and lobbed his rucksack into it
instead. Since this contained the rope, a ladder descent was deemed
necessary. Adam went down, retrieved the rucksack, and found another pitch
which proved to be too long for either the ladders or the rope. Hence a
return visit is planned with more rope (&gt;25m) to which end we have marked
the route with a cairn (!) The second cave was narrow and sharp and didn't
go anywhere.
<p>TU Adam &frac34; hr
<p>[Editor's note: "Lost Rucksack Cave" was not found again in 1993, was
relocated and better marked in 1995 and finally
<a href="../1998/log.htm#id1998-200-1">descended in 1998</a>]
<hr /> 2/7/93 | Plateau - Prospecting - 189 Glitterstompf | <u>Nick</u>, Clive, Spencer
<p>Intended to explore 'Rucksack' Cave (see above), but decided to do a
'tourist' down Ice cave next to 164. Very jolly, very cold - some ice
formations, Some dodgy SRT practice occurred, under the excellent leadership
of Clive - Mr. Safety himself. In short - we all got cold, Spencer's Stop
got bent and no-one died. (Oooh it wasn't epic !)
<p>T/U Nick &frac34; hr Clive, Spencer &frac12; hr
<hr /><a id="id1993-161-2">2/7/93</a> | 161 - rigging into Knossos | Andy Waddington, Mike TS, <u>Adam</u>
<p>Started rig from S'not, which Clive had failed to locate
<p>[ grade 1 of how to find S'not ]
<p>Had to put a new bolt in at ~-6m (from the large thread at the top) as
suspect previous riggers had used a dodgy thread which fell down the pitch
with 2 hammer blows. Zoomed to bottom &amp; hence to Chunnel Pitch, which
was &gt;7m (as the rigging guide sez) so we had to use a Bungalow/Poxy pitch
rope &amp; cut the top off the new 11mm rope for Poxy. Andy was cold &amp;
running thin on light (stinky was dead, Zoom was of unknown duration) so
left at Bungalow. Easy rigging down into Knossos, noting the new Hilti bolt
on the R from the top belay is much better &amp; gives a fine freehang.
Poked about in Yapate etc. to familiarise Mike with system. Out from near
Flat Battery in just over 1&frac12; hours to find epic thunderclaps etc.
Fortunately not too wet. Good trip.
<p>T/U Mike, Adam 7&frac12; Andy 5
<p><a href="#id1993-161-1">Previous trip</a> /
Next trips: <a href="#id1993-161-2">Side leads in RHR</a> /
<a href="#id1993-161-4">Beyond Yapate</a>
<hr /><a id="id1993-161c-1">3/7/93</a> | 161 - France | Nick, <u>Clive</u>
<p>This time Nick was being keen. Once more the intrepid team of finding
ability (first take a compass bearing, then walk in a random direction
anyway, viz.: Juniper Gulf, Juniper Gulf again, the right way out of
Salzburg, S'not, Rucksack Cave, the list is seemingly endless) set off,
rucksacks lightly loaded with rope coz we were feeling clever this time with
the intention of rigging the first 130m of rope down France. At first we
thought we'd broken the jinx. Wandered from KH, down and to right and lo and
behold: 161c or &quot;Guess what I've found&quot;. Change, Nick wanders off
with bolts, I'm left to pack 137m of rope into <u>my</u> tackle sack (sigh,
forgot to tell people this morning). Ooops - horribly tangled as predicted.
Never mind - some later (3.20 pm) off down cave. Nick begins rigging [??]
finds devn eventually. Then he bored so I have a go - Nick mysteriously tied
his dangly bag round the rope - how silly - and had to go up rerigging as he
went to untangle himself. Clive meanwhile on failing carbide, goes slowly
down &amp; runs into rub - I want a deviation ! or was it Nick first.
Anyway, much faffing and looking later, Clive pissing off out for a piss
&amp; carbide change, we get pissed off. Wish we'd had a bolting kit - so
much easier ! and I leave to find greedy bastards had eaten all the food and
the rest of the world all appearing very drunk !
<p>T/U Clive 4 Nick 4&frac12; ?
<p><a href="../1992/log.htm#id1992-161c-5">Previous trip</a> (1992 France
derig) / <a href="#id1993-161c-2">Next trip</a>
<hr />4/7/93 | Plateau - Prospecting |<u>Spencer</u> &amp; Nick
<p>While we were prospecting we found a small cave, no name. It was bottomed
with a Zoom in 10 min. 2 entrances, about 10m apart underground or 30m apart
above ground 'cos the terrain is ridges &amp; valleys. About 5 mins from Top
Camp 90&deg; anticlockwise from Khole. Sketch over -&gt;
<p>[grade 1]
<p>We put red crosses (or plusses) on each entrance.
<p>TU - Spencer 10 mins ! Nick - 2 mins. !!!
<p>Please - leave room for more accurate cave location if anyone ever finds
it again:
<p>DON'T BOTHER !
<p>Rucksack Cave remains to be found again, so if you fancy wandering around
the plateau for several hours talk to Adam or Nick for misdirections.
<hr />1993-07-04 | Plateau - Photographic trip. | Andy W
<p>T/U. nil.
<hr /><a id="id1993-161c-2">4/7/93</a> | 161 - France | <u>Hugh</u>, Julian H, Ali, Pete L
<p>Second day on expo, walked up to top camp with radio gear, supplies and
general caving shit gear. Assembled radio and aerial etc. then headed for
entrance to France. Followed previous rigging. Started rigging from 'Roll of
the Dice' (inc) for another 140 metres of rope adding in a few missing spits
on the way down. Rigging stopped at the top of the pitch above Algeria due
to no more rope. Got out of the cave with lors of ranting and headed back to
Top Camp, watched interesting bolts of lightning move towards us. Decided to
head for car ! From car park down watched heap big storm. Got caught in
storm, visibility nil, rain lots, lightning scary. We were all scared !
Arrived safely at base camp, ate slop, and decided being alive was great.
<p>T/U 9 hrs
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161-3">4/7/93</a> | 161 - Tourist | <u>Tess</u>, Wookey
<p>Tourist trip, intended to visit Knossos, but its hard work this caving
lark. Bottom of second pitch doesn't look at all like survey. Hading rift
pitch at end of passage - worth a look ? Looked at Big Sainsbury's, down
S'not, Over t'Rainbow, Bungalow. Ticked off ? above Chunnel Pitch.
<p>Now the comment: It were grim. F'in 2nd + last time I do SRT, especially
on naff Wadders gear &lt;- ie. ancient set up. Stinky died. Crashed head.
Stinky died again ! Mutter. Grumble. Caving ...
<p>T/U 5 hrs
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<hr />7/7/93 | Base Camp - THE FUCK OFF BIG ABSEIL OFF THE CLIFF PAST GRUNDLESEE | JulianT, Wookey, <u>Clive</u>
<p>Go there - a 200m freehang, the Austrians said. Slog uphill, rig off
hill, debate about rubs, rebelays (subsequently dealt with by tying a
tacklesack to the rope). Eventually Wooks goes down with spare rope cos it
thinks it is 20m too short. Bottoms years later. Jumps onto van (pitch free
doesn't work !) Julian next - lot of gibbering. Then me. Probably fairly
typical reaction &quot;Fuck me I'm a long way up &amp; scared&quot;. Then
tackle sack 'tector falls down rope. Watch it land 200m later, oops. Carry
on. Abseil slowly, stop getting very hot. How to uncrab a stop mid descent -
use chest jammer to hold rope (from &quot;stop&quot;go'to'stop&quot;) and 2
hands to take crab out of stop. More descent. More heat. More bounce. Why
does it still look like I'm only half way down. More. I'm scared. Think
about rope melting. Still abseiling slowly. Think about rubs. Abseil non
bouncily (or try to). Wave at Germans. SWEAR loudly. God I'm scared. Abseil
some more. &quot;How far to the bottom&quot; Still feels like halfway up.
Hands knackered from gripping rope. Stop hot. Ledge - take some weight off
rope - mistake - feed several metres of rope through stop without moving
then fell. Please don't bounce this much. Scared. Abseil and this is the
last bit isn't it. Abseil. Land. GROUND ! I'm safe. Legs numb, forgot how to
walk on scree slope. Say hello to ground party - walk around a while. Tell
tourists a rope will soon fall on their heads. Have a random conversation
with them coz their English is about as good as my German. Rope falls. Whish
noisy - very impressive fall. Tanglepack. Home. The others say they were
scared too. The end love Clive.
<p>T/U none, T/abs ~ 15 min each
<hr /><a id="id1993-161-4">4/7/93</a> | 161 - Kaninchenh&ouml;hle Push Final Cut | Mike TS &amp; <u>Adam</u>
<p>Rigged from Yapate as far as Final Cut &amp; it looked smaller than I
recalled. Traverse over hole into continuation of hading rift (which goes up
where). Struggled to put 2 bolts in - drill just fitted in narrow rift. MTS
went down first, demonstrating that there wasn't much space in the slot for
gear or lard. Only 2m down traversed off into dry bit away from wet pitch.
20m (ish) along in direction of Burble found another slightly wider slot,
which turned out to be a superb 45m freehang, dry pitch. Continuing along
rift above pitch is an unclimbed 2m, up pitch, which might lead to an
alternative descent. At bottom of 45m pitch the passage turns back to break
into the avoided wet pitch again via another not overly large slot.
<p>We had no rope left so made an honourable exit to meet Wook &amp; Tess on
the entrance pitch. Just made Top camp before a huge storm.
<p>T/U 9 hrs.
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161-5">7/7/93</a> | 161 - Gob on you | Nick, Adam, <u>Mike TS</u>
<p>to Gob on You then some pushing. Got to the entrance and Adam and I found
our furries wetter than when we had left them to dry - see Hugh's account of
epic thunderstorm.
<p>After a rather grim Yorkshire-style change we bounced on down to Yapate,
Gob on you and nice big pitch which is so far nameless. By this time Nick
had given up on his carbide which hummed but produced no flame. Adam started
bolting from the narrow slot at the bottom of nameless pitch and continued
to do so for the next 2 hrs (yawn, shiver). The route down rejoined the
water from Gob on You and was mainly on lovely 9mm rope (gibber). We found
the bottom 120m down this pitch and at a total depth of 480m. Footprints
were found at the bottom and a couple of spits were found on the way out -
it turned out that we had joined the bottom of Dehydration. We had planned
to survey on the way out but compass and clino had misted up so this will
have to be done later - any takers ? I thought I could find my way out so
let Adam zoom off out. By the time Mike and I had returned to Yapate he was
somewhat tired and my electric backup was giving up - my carbide having
already run out.
<p>By the time we got to the top of Knossos I had no light at all so we had
a serious carbide fettle. I was left with a carbide that just worked and
Nick with a dodgy FX5 due to the top of the Oldham box being ripped off in
the slot at the bottom of Gob on You. We slowly prussiked out.
<p>T/U Adam 10 hrs Mike 12&frac12; hrs Nick 13 hrs
<p>It was fucking x<strike>epic</strike>x I nearly died<br>
censored
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<a href="#id1993-161-10">Derigging Gob</a>
<hr />9/7/93 | Base camp | Nick
<p><a name="drunkrant">Fuck all happened</a>. Noone went
caving. Somebody went shopping, Ali's birthday so we threw him in the river.
Seemed the proper thing to do. I am pissed in case you haven't noticed. Lots
of beer. No caving. A good day. Adam was a hard bastard and went walking for
miles and miles. My writing is almost as crap as Clive's and I am pissed. We
had a treat tonight. Celebration. No bean slop. Sausages and chicken. A good
day, too much meat and beer.
<p>This is probably all illegible. Basically we got pissed. Ali &amp; MTS
sharked and failed. So what. Your local pissed bastard.<br>
<u>W</u><br>
Nick the alcy
<p>AAAAARGHH !!!!! [this last written diagonally across an entire page, Ed.]
<hr /><a id="id1993-161c-3">8/7/93</a> | 161c - France | <u>JulianH</u>, Pete, Alistair
<p>General plan was for me to continue rigging to the pushing front from
Frogs Legs onwards whilst Pete and Ali looked down side hole with apparently
water at the bottom. Much faffing at entrance then Pete rerigged some of
entrance pitches so that boulder slope below Roll of the Dice was less epic.
Rerigged top of Frogs Legs as big 'Y-hang' to make get-off easier then Ali
lobbed a rock down their pitch. It took about 4 seconds to reach the
bottom&nbsp;! We decided this must go into Algeria and therefore continued
there via original route. This hypothesis needs checking sometime. I rigged
the big pitch into Algeria initially with 39m rope - more than a little bit
too short. Then tried new 200m rope - rebelay at the top of the chamber is
absolutely stunning ! Eventually rigged down to the pushing front then Pete
and Ali went down scrotty hole with water to find more pitch (~50m or so). I
looked at hole in corner of chamber below &quot;Orient Express&quot;; rigged
and found crap small hole and tight rift. Crap small hole was below
<u>very</u> unstable sandy roof and unlikely to go anywhere .&middot;. not
pushed. Tight rift was tried without danglies but was defintely too tight.
Throwing rocks suggested either deep pool (or sump ?) beyond - definitely
much larger than the few metres of rift. Eventually gave up and went to find
Pete and Ali. Pete placed crap spit then everyone too cold/tired/pissed off
and started heading out. On the way out Ali knocked a fucking enormous rock
off &quot;Orient Express&quot; which crashed and crashed down towards Pete
and I on pitch below. Fortunately rock stopped before pitch otherwise 2 very
dead cavers ! Many rocks knocked off on the way out in various places. To
quote previous year's log book entry, KH is &quot;Fucking cold, fucking
loose and very, very brown.&quot; Rope below Orient Express definitely needs
checking before descending because of rock fall ! Whole of France requires
lots of care to avoid killing people !
<p>T/U 11&frac12; hours
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<hr />11/7/1993 | Top camp - (callout) H&ouml;hlenrettungbessofene | Wadders
<p>Drive of the mad yobbos commenced after jury rigging CB into Wadders van;
two cars up toll road at a mad dash. Stamped on jury wire and blew fuse just
as top camp called rescue off, but had sent four heroic rescuers ahead on
path before reestablishing communication. Clive selflessly stayed up at the
radio shouting &quot;All clear at Top Camp&quot; until we finally got sorted
and replied from a sensible place. Came home. What heroes ! T/U nil.
<p>For information: mobile radio is <u>crap</u> from usual parking place but
works fine from Kehre 13 (first right hand hairpin on way down). Probably OK
from edge of car park too. Couldn't raise top camp, but heard them from
~&frac12; way up toll road.
<p>[there follows a grade 1 elevation &quot;New bit of France (below Orient
Express)&quot; connected to the previous write-up by a long arrow and
labelled &quot;Danger - done when pissed, no survey&quot; ]
<hr /><a id="id1993-161-6">8/7/93</a> | 161 - The bitter end (KH, Far Too Far) | Wook, Lummat, Julian Todd
<p>Very slow. So much faffing we did not enter till 1.30pm. Plonder down to
Yapate (trying to explain route to Lummat so he can explore the cave without
us from now on because he's keen). Lummat picks ammo box drill battery and
its hinges come off and everything apart from the lid thumped down Staircase
39 after he prussiked up it. Box was a bit mangled and I couldn't get the
batteries to work on the drill so we abandoned it. We froze in Chicken Flied
Nice while Wook rigged next pitch and 4 ring bolts and lots of knitting at
rebelay for the tyrolean. Abbed down, prussiked up fixed rope at other side,
then constructed the tyrolean with 1 SRT rope and 2 climbing rope backups.
Lummat and I were slightly concerned by the fact that this was now our only
way back. On to the nonsense in Satan's Sitting Room with Wook pointing out
all these undescended pitches on either side of the route. The place looks
vicious. We put in a few more traverse lines. We faffed a lot in the walking
passage beyond until it was suddenly 11:15 pm and I was dog tired and sick
of sucking on fudge having missed about 4 meals now. Wook explored some
horizontal passage at the farthest far end. Was too tired to get scared on
tyrolean back. Not entirely convinced of its effectiveness in shortening the
trip. Can we rename Boulder Alley as Shit Alley now ? It was dawn when we
got out.
<p>T/U 16 hours !
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161-7">10/7/93</a> | 161 - Pushing KH beyond Arrow Chamber | Lummat, <u>Dave G</u>
<p>We planned a six hour trip to look at a question mark beyond Arrow
Chamber. Some chance. Neither of us knew the cave, but we managed to find
the chamber fairly easily. We rigged a lunatic traverse with no handholds
across the two huge holes in the chamber, and reached the undescended pitch
via a five metre pitch at the back of Arrow, into a comfortable passage that
forks. We took the right hand fork, and rigged a twenty metre pitch into an
Alpine pitch-ramp system which quite excited Lummat ! Bolted the twenty
metre pitch at the top of the ramp and decided that it was time to return.
We reached the entrance pitch at 10 pm, top camp at 2 am. Hmm..
<p>Well, it was like this: I began to feel ill at the top of S'not, and by
the time I was prussiking up the entrance pitch, I had lost all strength. I
got strung up on the last rebelay, hung around for over an hour and spent
about twenty minutes of that hour chundering down the pitch. Eventually,
Lummat managed to drag me up. Two hours of aimless wandering along the
plateau (vainly following 251&deg; compass bearing) followed, accompanied
by lots more chundering, falling into inconveniently placed holes and mad
charging through colonies of bunde bushes, and top camp was reached, only
about five hours later than we had planned. Top camp was finally found by
following through the heavy mist JulianS's, Hugh's and Anthony's zooms, as
they hurried around Top camp preparing for a rescue trip down Kh&ouml;le.
Base camp were also getting into action. By the time we had reached Top
Camp, Wookey and Wadders had almost reached the top of the toll road. They
were saved a trek to top camp thanks to a hastily cobbled together CB in the
Wadmobile, three zoom batteries attached together in series and lots of
quick thinking on Hugh's part (which I hope someone will get around to
ranting about soon, in some more detail)
<p>That was Saturday in Top Camp. Sunday was spent in Pete's tent, all five
of us in our pits (me, Lummat, JulianS, Anthony, Hugh) watching the weather
doing its act - rain sleet, mist, drizzle, hail, and, of course, over an
inch of snow ! Add to this a) no car at the Berg Restaurant and b) no radio
contact with Base Camp, and you have the makings of a productive and
fun-filled day !
<p>Go caving, they said. It's fun, they said. Expo is ace, they said.
<p>THEY WERE WRONG !!!
<p>TU - 10 hours
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161-8">10/7/93</a>| 161 - P<strike>ushing</strike> Surveying hole at bottom of 2nd pitch | Anthony D, Hugh A, <u>Julian S</u>
<p>Wandered down. Some surveying was done. Got bored and found a passageway
which led back to Big Sainsbury's. Re-&quot;found&quot; Skull pitch - oh,
and pushed horrible - upward sloping rift but it dead-ended. Threw rocks
down pitch at end and they went down for miles.
<p>T/U 4&frac12; hrs
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161-9">12/7/93</a> | 161 - Beyond Arrow Chamber | <u>Lummat</u>, Mike TS
<p>Descended 161 to Arrow Chamber and to top of 2nd pitch in Pitch-Ramp
Series. Descended pitch to second ramp. Single bolt rebelay, deviated by
rocking boulder still required &amp; protector to descend to 3rd ramp.
Ascending ramp led to too tight a trench and expiry of phreatic tube.
<p>Returned to Left-hand fork from Arrow Chamber. Found pitch-ramp series
without pitches. Phreatic tube passable for a short distance.
<p>[grade 1 sketch]
<p>Returned to top of Pitch-Ramp Series. Traversed across top of pitch to
possible continuation of phreatic. Didn't go anywhere - dropped back into
vertical.
<p>[full page grade 1 sketch of Pitch-Ramp Series]
<p>T/U 5&frac12; hrs
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161-10">14/7/93</a> | 161 - Kaninchenh&ouml;hle - Gob - survey &amp; derig | Wookey &amp; <u>Adam</u>
<p>We came, we surveyed &amp; we derigged. Nothing too epic happened, the
worst being breaking a (measuring) tape whilst trying to plumb a pitch. The
48m rope was found to be on a 52m pitch, which suggests -!. (previously
thought to be 45m) It was cold &amp; wet &amp; dark &amp; took ages, but we
had a good time until we came out &amp; it was raining.
<p>Postscript - the survey loop with the bottom of Half Shaft was &lt; 0.1%
:-)
<p>The 52m pitch is called 'Alexander Technique'. The climb reached after
traversing over the top of Alexander Technique was done &amp; a few metres
further along the rift, the small passage broke into the side of an aven
(drippy). From the survey, this is nowhere near anything already known and
should be done.
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161-11">14/7/93</a> | 161 - Survey and derig beyond Arrow Chamber | Lummat, Nick, <u>Dave G</u>
<p>(&quot;Chunder Pitch Series&quot;)
<p>Two trips were planned on 14/7, one by Julian S, Anthony and Hugh to look
at lead off Big Sainsbury's and one by L, N and DG down to Arrow Chamber.
Ours almost didn't happen because there was not a single working clino in
Top Camp. We took a clouded one up to the cave in the hope that it might
clear up. It didn't. So, after much faffing and discussion, J,A,H and N went
down to push while L and DG went Bunde bashing. Having found a promising
hole we went back to the cave mouth to get Zooms etc. and found the clino
clear. Yes, we are going caving we said ! We finally set off 2 hours late,
Nick joined at the bottom of Big Sainsbury and we went and surveyed,
regularly stopping to shout at the blasted cloudy clino. DG managed to get
stuck climbing up through a nice tight squeeze. Hmm... Got out and it was
wet and horrible (Rained all next day at Top Camp. What a surprise. Lummat
is the Rain God).
<p>TU Nick 8&frac12; hrs David G + Lummat 7&frac12; hrs
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161-12">14/7/93</a> | 161 - &quot;Ignore this bit&quot; | Anthony, Hugh, <u>Julian S</u>
<p>Went Caving
<p>T/U 6 hrs
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161-13">1993-07-16</a> | 161 - Kaninchenh&ouml;hle - Photo/tourist/geology trip | <u>Andy</u>
<p>Managed to walk to the cave before the inevitable thunderstorm struck,
which it did just as I was putting on Solid Rubber Trussing gear. First -
try out photo gear in Big Sainsbury's. Difficult solo isn't it ? Slave flash
seems to have disappointing range. Then on down S'not looking for subjects.
Another couple at Chunnel pitch, then decided that a tripod and ammo can
tied together really were <u>too</u> awkward to carry, so dumped the kit and
headed on down. Crap takeoff to Bungalow Pitch, chaps, even if it is
improved... Almost failed to find Boulder Alley .... almost wished I had.
Knossos is a fine pitch - would be excellent on ladders (both as a climb and
for photography). Some random wandering in Tower Hamlets before finding
Waterfall Chamber and Carrefour. Then YAPATE. Wow ! nice passage in Austria
- almost unheard of ... Staircase 36 nice pitch - looks an awful climb ! And
so to Chicken Flied Nice - now this really <u>is</u> nice passage. Poke head
into Strange Downfall, then the aven in Burble. Start geologising.
<p>The Burble aven is on a small fault/joint (looks a little shattered so
probably the former)
<p>The tube of the crawl is wholly on the south side of this fault and is
formed on the same horizon as CFN which is a massive creamy white limestone
just above a layer of more thinly bedded stuff. The bottom of the aven, and
the canyon in the floor of Burble and CFN, cut down into two shelly bands.
<p><a href="../../1623/161/fullsize/cfngeo.png">
<img src="../../1623/161/inline/cfngeo.png" width=300 height=265></a>
<p>Chicken Flied Nice has nice scallops indicating fairly slow flow to the
north. There are much smaller, ie. higher energy, scallops in the canyon
walls - the direction of these near Strange Downfall isn't very clear. The
roof scallops in Burble are also smaller, suggesting a faster-flowing
tributary to the main pal&aelig;otrunk of CFN. The Burble aven fault has
just about fizzled out before reaching CFN, showing, if at all, as just a
tiny parting in the wall. There are pretty much no significant joints in
CFN, and this remains true at the 100&deg; bend - so this is apparently not
joint-determined. This all changes at Staircase 36...
<p>Staircase 36 is developed on an approx east-west fault with a downthrow
of c 1.5m to the south. This is clearly visible in the wall to your right as
you face the rock on the climb/abseil. The wall of S36 cuts through both the
shelly bands noted above which show up very clearly as the rock is so clean.
The same cannot be said of the YAPATE side of Gob on You, which is much
muddier. There may well be one/more en echelon faults here, but its not very
clear. Adam's write-up puts the main Gob fault/joint on 260&deg;. YAPATE
appears to be formed on exactly the same horizon as CFN, but the shelly
bands aren't visible because of the mud. I couldn't see them by peering down
Flapjack, but this is hardly surprising. All the geology on the way back is
harder, due to either collapse or mud or both !
<p>Knossos nice to climb. Bad ascender slip on Poxy, Bungalow, Chunnel and
some on S'not. Entrance pitch OK. There are some shell bands on entrance
pitch too, but I didn't make careful notes. Very slow out. T/U 6&frac34;
hours. All dry on surface !
<p>A.
<p>PS. CFN is the nicest and most interesting place I've seen underground on
expo.
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161-15">17/7/93</a> | 161 - Arrow Chamber Nick | Hugh, <u>Dave G</u>
<p>We intended to descend one of the holes in Arrow Chamber (either Baker or
Candlestickmaker, whichever proved more convenient.) The descent was done
via an epic traverse, a spaghetti junction-like tangle of ropes at the
pitch-head, and a wonderfully tight hanging rebelay, all of which were
rerigged on the way out by Nick to make the pitch more caver-friendly. The
holes in the chamber turned out not to be holes at all, but part of a deep
elliptical chamber, thirty-ish metres across and about fifteen metres wide,
of which much of Arrow Chamber seems to be a rather dubious false floor. We
went down thirty metres of what we thought was the floor of the chamber, a
large flat debris strewn area with two large holes at either end. A little
bit of poking around soon showed up the &quot;floor&quot; to be a lot of
rocks kept in place by a lot more rocks - a metre deep false floor
precariously suspended thirty metres above what might be the real floor of
the chamber. We had neither time nor rope to descend further, so we headed
out, connecting the survey of Chunder trip pitch with Arrow Chamber on the
way.
<p>It was dry when we got out of the cave ! Something is going horribly
right with the weather !
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161c-4">16/7/93</a> | 161 - France | Julian H, Ali, <u>Pete L</u>
<p>THE END !
<p>Too much caving led to the pushing front from last year - Titfield
Thunderbolt. We soon found that my impressions from last time were right and
that the new bit of cave I'd found was too wet, too tight &amp; too awful.
Julian descended, ignored my shit spit, and found pitch &quot;Attempted
Penetration&quot; - about 25m down to v. loose boulder slope
&quot;Disintegration&quot;. Character of cave now changed from huge
chambers, big pitches etc. to classic (ie. awful) rift/water development.
After boulder slope, another short pitch - Fat Knot Fruity, due to epic(ish)
large knot led to a short pitch to what we thought was a sump - rigged off
robust threads, hence &quot;Natural Deception&quot;. Unfortunately this gave
onto a short boulder slope into an absolutely typical Yorkshire streamway
(in 161 ?) - cascades, pools, the works. This terminated in a ~20m pitch
crapply rigged on 4 traverse bolts with much rubbing, into a small chamber
which appeared to go underneath a fallen boulder. Thankfully the streamway
quickly led to an awful tight sump at ~-450m. Much prussiking remained to
exit; everyone was too fed up and had no gear to commence the survey.
<p>TU 8&frac12; hrs
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161c-5">17/7/93</a> | 161 - France - The same Likewise | <u>Pete L</u>, Ali, Julian H
<p>After a burst of sumping, we were all <u>too keen</u> and went caving
again to survey and de-rig up to Algeria. Donning of wet gear was followed
by a quick descent to Algeria where Ali &amp; Petel started to survey &amp;
Julian started bolting some of the other leads, promising to follow the
surveyors shortly. After 3&frac12; hrs we'd surveyed to the streamway, where
Julian joined us. Surveying eventually took 4+ hrs, after which I (Petel)
pissed off to Titfield Thunderbolt whilst Ali &amp; Julian derigged all the
pseudo-Yorkshire bits below. When they turned up I took a tacklesack &amp;
went up Orient Express, now measured as a freehanging (well almost) 52.1
metres. I dumped this in Algeria &amp; carried on to the entrance,
prussiking the top 200m one footed (.&#183;. slowly) due to blisters and
leaving Ali &amp; Julian to derig T.T. &amp; O.E.
<p>After waiting 45 mins at entrance, I was a bit worried, and decided to
start for rescue. Fortunately I heard a shout from below so stuck about. At
+1hr Julian emerged &amp; I found that derigging O.E. had taken 1&frac12; hrs
due to the epic boulder that Ali had dislodged 2 trips ago having landed
over the rope; it was too big for 2 cavers to lift, so 50+m of rope had to
be pulled underneath it - then remained the task of hauling 150m of rope up
O.E. Rope was left at Algeria to be derigged and used in further pushing of
leads.
<p>T/U 7&frac12; hrs Petel<br>
8&frac12; hrs Julian H, Ali
<p>Rigging: [ sketch ]
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<hr />18/7/93 | Plateau - Prospecting above KH | <u>Julian T</u>, Spencer
<p>Intention was to sort out the '-' signs made by Wookey &amp; co. in the
area above the KH system. The first needed 2 ladders + apalling rigging to
get to a rocky pit going nowhere. The other entrance from that day (the day
before) required an oversuit (essential gear for proper prospecting). A
rather snug vertical slot led into a chamber full of rock and gravel
avalanches. All the ways on seemed to connect together underneath. I double
checked. Then tried to get out and had to send Spencer (who hadn't entered
the chamber) up to get the bolting hammer to remove a bit of rock so that I
could get out. One final lead was a hole on the ridge near the Hinter.
Proper rigging this time with even a lifeline for this 40' hole. Nearly fell
through a snowplug at the bottom. Nothing else was down there.
<p>T/U 1 hr J.T.<br>
&frac12; hr Spencer
<hr /><a id="id1993-161-14">16/7/93</a> | 161 - Ignore this bit | <u>Nick</u>, Hugh, Mike TS
<p>Finished off Ignore this bit (off 2nd pitch). There was one more pitch
before it stopped in a boulder choke. So we surveyed it and prussiked out
and we were dead efficient (see TU). The pitch is called Ignorance is Bliss,
and so it is.
<p>TU 3&frac12; hrs
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161-18">19/7/93</a> | 161 - KH Rescue Poss&eacute; | Julian H, Julian S, <u>Alistair M</u>
<p>Wookey woke up at 10 am, we asked &quot;where's Clive ?&quot; - &quot;Um,
err, dunno&quot; was the reply. Last saw him at Knossos. He was out of the
cave at 4.30 am and back to Top Camp at 5:30am assuming Clive was just
prussiking slowly. But no sign. So Julian S disappeared off to the entrance.
Me + Julian H followed once it was found that Clive wasn't at base camp.
Clive's gear was at the entrance, so we headed off down. We eventually found
Clive prussiking up Poxy. He was generally alright having slept for 1/2
hours, got horrendously lost at Boulder Alley. He may write his own bit
later. Well I wanted to see KH, but not really this way. Love + hugs, ALI xx
<p>T.U. = 3&frac12; Clive = 27 hours (counted elsewhere)
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161-16">18/7/93</a> | 161 - Arrow Chamber | <u>Nick</u>, Hugh
<p>The return to the holes in Arrow Chamber - this time with more rope,
fortitude in our hearts and the hastily acquired knowledge of how to tie two
ropes together. With Hugh looking forward with great delight to his first
knot pass, we went down the hole to the 'ledge' we had reached previously,
pausing only whilst I tried to rerig the deviation and dropped it down the
pitch. Sigh ! Much faffing then ensued. Once we were both safely established
on the ledge we did some bolting to create a fine freehang over yawning
nothingness. ('Gibber' to quote Hugh - and I was going first !) Down I went
- just before the knot pass became inevitable there was a ledge - very
convenient. The bottom of this pitch 'Pointless' was reached 8m below this
ledge. Then we found a scrofulous little crawl leading to another chamber.
'Lets shift some boulders' said Hugh. So he did, opening the passage by,
ooh, all of half a foot. &quot;We can get through now&quot;. Faff, faff,
take off SRT gear, grunt, rant, faff, thrutch, swear, curse, apple strudel,
and we're through. Shit - another pitch to rig. Tap, tap, tap for 25 minutes
until bored, rig another bastard rebelay, go down to bottom, which indeed it
was. Hoorah ! So we surveyed and derigged our way out, taking oodles of
rope. Prussiking with two tacklesacks is awful. Almost as crap as caving
itself (satisfied, Anthony ?) More faffing whilst I derigged the traverse -
Hugh waiting patiently whilst I swore at every piece of caving gear in
sight. Eventually finished, dumped the tacklesacks at Dewdrop (?) and came
slowly out. A good trip. The two pitches have been finished, I didn't die
and it wasn't epic. It was also my last caving trip. Hooray ! Oh Joy ! Oh
Rapture ! Now I can go home and do something else other than caving.
Unfortunately Hugh still has 1&frac12; weeks to go. Ha Ha.<br>
Right, ranting over, please take the book away from me, before I get
too pissed (see back).
<p>[Nick Pissed Illegible Ranting - from back of logbook. Ed.]
<p>Once upon a time there was a caver. He was fucking hard. Nobody liked him.
The Author of this tale got pissed. The caver fell down a pitch and died.
The narrator of this tale was pissed and didn't give a toss. This may be
given as evidence against me and I dont care. Caving is <u>SHIT</u>
especially with hard bastard <u>adam</u> he is so hard. I want him. . But
I'll have to make do with weegies and pissed novices. I care not and know
not as long as they have powerful zooms - Ooh the things we get up to. Too
much beer. Caving? What a shit idea! There are sceptics who think caving is
good and a nice idea. Fuck off and die. Caving is shite, especially if you
follow Adam down to 480m deep and then try to prussik out again. I'm a
weegie and he's a hard bastard. Fuck off. I'm pissed and dont give a fuck.
<p>For my sanity and yours, I shall stop now. If you are a caver, or have
understood any of the above I would appreciate it if you would fuck off.
<p>PS I hate caving<br>
PPS I am very pissed<br>
PPS I am extremely pissed<br>
PPPS FUCK OFF<br>
PPPPS Goodnight<br>
PPPPPS Sad Bastard
<p> AAARGH ! ! !
<p>PPPPPS <u>Julian fuck off and die extremely horribly</u><br>
<p><center><u> Nick the Alcoholic </u></center>
<p>TU 12 hrs
<p>Hugh,
<p>What boulder, I only kicked it a bit, honestly, as for as the tackle
sacks' mine threw me off the pitch, rant. Nick was very brave, he only
ranted most of the way down, and anyway I gave him lots of immoral support
and carried two tackle sacks out. As for the squeeze I may never be the same
again, something of me was left for prosperity. It was awfull (sp.)
<p>* All relevant rant ends here [can't find the referent * on the
photocopy, Ed., or in the book - other Ed.]
<p>End of rant.
<p>Or is it !! Lets hope so !
<p> spelling 5/10
<p>Look I'm an Engineer, OK !<br>
Whats gramar anyway ? So am I, ignorant git
<p>PS please make the cunning attempt to fill the logbook with complete
bullshit ! (Sorry, this is what we should be doing anyway)
<p>Where's my W.P. it can't spell either, hah ! I got to the end of the
page, I win, I win, and no you are not going to write here.
<p>Oh no you don't cos I can write small.
<p>so can I hah !
<p>[You can tell this is CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY caving club, can't you ? Ed.]
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161-17">18/7/93</a> | 161 - KH far too fucking far | Wookey, Mike TS, Lummat, <u>Clive</u>
<p>Went to the end. Wadders seems to have got it mostly right, (Todd too ie.
Strange Acrossfall is airy, SSR is MENTAL (Hooray for Aggy)). After leaving
Wux at Beehive to play camping, we went and crawled up muddy hole which Wux
found earlier (prev. trip) crawled out, met him, set off surveying it. Got
bored, exit to Black Velvet for water, food, piss. Carry on scive. Oh, found
vocal connection to bit W &amp; MTS were rigging. More survey. Others find
us near end. Then all out. Together as far as Knossos. HGS still airy -
Lummat preferred to go up &amp; down (he also didn't like the boulder step).
(Oh, we did some rigging down a pitch too. It went down &amp; stopped in
mud. A traverse may gain continuation of passage far side. Wux found rope
later, descended, said 'Why did you leave it ?' as a 9m plumb !) Anyway,
there we were watching people going up Knossos. Make it up eventually - q
knackered, lots of resting. Then Shit Alley (Todd is right !) Climb
following obvious path. Get to top but I carry on up mud path due to lack of
eyesight (glassed fogged). Up, airy traverse (Wux did it with rope ! I on
sandy cliff. Must be wrong - descend to bottom of mud path. Where am I ?
(Completely disorientated, now a bit psyched, cliff) Go down somewhere, see
2 obvious bolts, Oh must be a pitch, go up again, wander a bit more. Where
am I ! STOP. Next few hours sitting down hallucinating (heartbeat becomes
footsteps, waterfall shifting rocks in distance becomes people on ropes
sending loose shit down). Don't go to sleep or I will die. Sit shivering
lots, occasionally moving (wait a few hours). Eventually recovered, awake
sufficiently to sort myself out. So dam obvious pile of shit rocks. 2
obvious bolts are in fact carbide marks. Until see Knossos rope. Found
myself ! Climb out (sigh, its hard work) go past overnight bits. Follow
obvious path now, past cairn and see where I went wrong. Get to Poxy.
&quot;Hooray I'm on my way again&quot;. Start prussiking to hear cavers
&quot;Hooray the rescue&quot;. Lovely to see them. Talk a bit at top of
Poxy, then set on out. Oh - overnight the lid came off my FX5, so I was
caving with the battery in dangly bag. After some fudge, Ali held Bungalow
rope so prussik faster than normal. Going out, find traverse (Wook's climb)
to slit up - anyway, the wire on my FX eventually broke, so in dark.
&quot;Julian can you light me&quot; Thank them - they brought a club Oldham.
Quick lamp swap. Out some more. Cavers everywhere on S'not (like HGS. One on
traverse, 2 on down/up, one at waiting - cavers dotted randomly round cave)
Rebelays are good gear. Slowly up 2nd (probably climb up rocks wrong way coz
a bit airy again) Stop at bottom of entrance to rest, eat fudge so I can get
out. Out in waterfall (slow again) meet Hugh &quot;tea or coffee&quot; to
which the answer is milk. Oh well, they tried jolly hard. Wux &amp; Nick
also there being helpful. Wot nice people team surface are too. Rain. Rain.
Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain it went. Soaked gear - at least my
gear will change from &quot;short glob of mud, long glob of mud, mud with
loop of mud on the end, glob of mud with red muddy handle, etc.&quot;
Change. Walk down (Rain above can be interspersed randomly from here on)
slowing down - oops tired then. Put pit in bin bag -&gt; car park. Very
tired then - had to stop on the easy bit of the path ! Drive down slowly
behind bus - still quite awake - in shreddies. There aren't any bus
overtaking places on the way down. Campsite. Jump in river -&gt; clean. Eat
ice lolly. Go to bed. Have supper there (Julian, Dave G sorted that out).
SLEEP (@ 730 or so !) Wake up to rain. Exit heap at noon when can stand it
no more. The expo carries on. My feet hurt. Jack out.
<p>T/U Wux, Lummat, MTS 16&frac12; hrs Clive 27 hrs
<p>Camping works with 2 furrys &amp; hat but have to shiver to keep warm. Ta
for rescue (Julian S, Julian H, Ali) surface (Hugh, Nick, Wux)
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161-17b">18/7/93</a> | Further - continuation of previous rant | Wookey
<p>MTS &amp; Wook put in some
hammock bolts - MTS failed to get into hammock at all - laugh - well nearly.
Dropped a bolard down tiny hole - boo.
<p>Went to the end. Found Lummat's pitch rigged - went down to dead end -
grrr. Measured &amp; derigged (9m). Didn't give expected ramp up to
continuation on far side - it was a pitch. So went to 9m at the end. MTS
&amp; then Wook power-drilled down 20m ramp to big chamber. Passage back led
to previous 2 QMs. Passage to R draughted in &amp; led to small pitch. Huge
passage forward went about 30m to dead end - grr. Tiny rift on L is t.t.
Draught at end came out of roof - bugger. Did soil pitch 1st - easier -
unsure of depth/difficulty so bolted it - proved pointless - abbed about 3
feet. More windy passages at bottom ------&gt; lots of draught. 1st rift too
tight, lots of sandy passages beyond - goes to a tight, dodgy soily bit to
big space - &amp; a 10m pitch.
<p>Went to climb: fairly hard, but had threads at all difficult points. Only
went 10m to a big space &amp; more pitch.
<p><a href="scrof0.png"><img src="scrof2.png" width=492 height=484
alt="Scrofulosity area sketch"></a>
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<hr />23/7/93 | 161 - entrance | <u>Dave G</u>, Julian S, *DCG, Hugh
<p>Felt enthusiastic. Went to cave mouth. Lost Enthusiasm. Went home.
<p>TU: David G 10 min (SRT practice at Kh&ouml;hle entrance.
I was underground, honest)<br>
Julian S \ (looking into a nice (ie. doesn't go anywhere) hole<br>
DCG } 2 min at first snow plug on way to cave)<br>
Hugh /
<p>YOU IDLE BASTARDS
<hr /><a id="id1993-161-19">20/7/93?</a> | 161 - The Far End | Wookey, <u>Pete L</u>, Mike TS
<p>Took camping gear down to Beehive and then went caving to utterly the far
end. The SRT (Silly Rope Tech) was fairly exciting. With mental rigging
leading to some free climbs that shouldn't have been. The &quot;Three Wise
Men&quot; rigging in particular was very ... special. We found that we'd
managed to lose the Hilti driver, and so decided to rely on the bolting kit
that had been left just between TWM. However, on getting there we discovered
that the bolt driver was missing, so we were completely without any means of
putting spits in. Wux &amp; Petel surveyed some scrotty passages &amp; found
a pitch (v. tight) with 3s+ drop, whilst MTS rigged another pitch off
naturals. By this time we were all shagged, so returned to campsite at
Beehive. Having consumed our vestas, we retired - Wux to his thermarest on
the ground, MTS &amp; Petel to their hammocks strung off spits across the
passage. Seven hours later we arose, with Wux having had 6 hrs of sleep
&amp; MTS &amp; Petel having no sleep after being strapped into hammocks.
Veggie meals led to another days caving with MTS &amp; Wux surveying whilst
Petel descended new scrotty pitch series, left going due to lack of things
to rig off. After that days caving we gave up as it was too awful - mud
everywhere and no bolting gear (thats why we jacked, honest). So after a
thoroughly awful trip out with too many tacklesacks we emerged into the
rain.
<p>T/U 37 hrs (Petel, MTS)<br>
38 hrs (Wux)
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161c-6">22/7/93</a> | 161 - France | Julian H, Spencer, Ali, Anthony, <u>Julian T</u>
<p>The other four departed from Top Camp an hour before I did and were still
faffing at the entrance. One hour later, Spencer was still not underground.
I poked around in an unmarked hole, then thought about going down. Met
Spencer before 2nd pitch (there are only two pitches) and waited a bit more.
Apparently Anthony fucked up on the Algeria rebelay by clipping
<u>around</u> the loop of the rebelay (thus wedging krab over knot) instead
of through the loop. He didn't die. Or even fall. The task was to explore
the hole in the wall opposite the pitch rope (free climbed, but now had a
prussiking rope). On the other side is &quot;Twin Tubs&quot;. Two pitches,
one next to the other. The closer one (which you have to traverse over) is
the &quot;Washer&quot;. The other one is the Drier. Julian H rigged Washer
on Wook's BCRA prize rope while Anthony and Ali did work on the Drier (more
bolts required 'cause of ledges). J.H. asked Spencer if he wanted to go down
it or survey (with me). Spencer opted to go down. Julian H surveyed with me.
We were fairly efficient. And got around to Washer (after part of Drier).
Shouted down to Spencer. &quot;It doesn't go&quot;, he said. Ali went down.
Came back after a poke around. Very silently. Due to the water. Then we
waited for Spencer to come up. It definitely sounded like a Monkey House
down there. Groans and cusses. Julian H identified problem as bollocks. This
was confirmed. He must have attached the tackle sack to his scrotum instead
of central MR. A &amp; A were &quot;cringing&quot; behind a boulder with
each wail of pain. J.H. and me surveyed down. An appallingly rigged 5m pitch
bolted to a boulder was below this 26m pitch. I went down. It was a standard
boulder jam that makes you feel intimidated and unwilling to poke around too
much. We got out. Horrible drippy pitch which makes water pool in your
oversuit bum and fill your wellies. (Before this, Ali and Anthony discovered
that their route merged with this route so J.H. handed them the survey
equipment.) I cleared out of the cave early. Too cold. It was raining (it
fucking rains all the fucking time. This country has a weather woman, not a
weather man, thats why its so crap). I walked back in caving gear with 3m
visibility, many backtracks necessary 'cause to lose the path would have
been epic. It took over an hour. The others arrived at 3:15 am (I got to Top
Camp at 1 am) after shoving in a few bolts in readiness for their next
pushing front.
<p>T/U 8 hrs (JT)<br>
13 hrs (the others)
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161c-7">25/7/93</a> | 161 - France | Julian H, <u>Alistair M</u>, Pete L, *Seb, Hugh
<p>&quot;Shitty when wet&quot;
<p>A bright sunny day dawned over base camp so the intrepid explorers raced
up to top camp, then sat, festered, ate a vesta, took some photos and
eventually trogged over to the cave. Soon ish people began to drift into the
entrance. Soon Julian and I were in Algeria. I placed a spit at the top of
question mark at the east side of Algeria. Julian went down one of the holes
in the floor, unfortunately found more QMs looking a bit like this:
<p>[sketch plan &quot;Drawn by Julian H Aged 3&frac34;&quot;]
<p>This is a highly accurate grade 6C survey of course. He wasn't drunk
though.
<p>As I came around the corner to find Julian with the spits there was a
sudden change in the noise and water level. Algeria went wet. [There was
2&frac12; inches in 15min at base camp] Once Seb, Hugh and Petel had got to
Algeria it was too wet and windy to push so we went back out. Seb was slowish
on the way out. I got out &frac12; hour before Julian H. I was cold so Hugh
and I headed back. Julian H waited for 1 hour, made voice contact with Pete,
everything was OK so also headed back. The weather was shite. Pete and Seb
got lost slightly [an arrow points to this word from the caption
&quot;fucking loads&quot;] on the way back and eventually got back to top
camp 3 hours after Hugh and I.
<p>TU Ali - 4 hours<br>
Hugh + Julian H - 4&frac12; hours<br>
Pete + Seb - 6 hours
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<hr /><a id="id1993-161c-8">27/7/93</a> | 161 - France - Derigging | Julian H, Pete L, Hugh, <u>Dave G</u>
<p>Derigging France
<p>Because Ali had to get an early lift to Bad Ischl to catch his train, we
decided to be ultra efficient and had left base camp by 6.30 am. Stopped for
breakfast at top camp and woke them up there. We were underground by 10, and
headed straight down to Algeria. Derigging was fun - but not as much fun as
hauling the rope out ! Hugh volunteered to bring a full Goldflash out from
Algeria - after the first few prussiks he rapidly regretted it ! Meanwhile,
we made a slight error on the tacklesack front, and so Julian H and David G
ended up taking out overflowing tacklesacks, Julian hauling about one
hundred metres of rope out the 1st pitch hand over hand. There was much
ranting from all four of us at the cave mouth, but we were appeased by a
brilliant blue sky and the arrival of Spencer + Anthony to cart away gear.
<p>TU Petel + Hugh 5&frac12; hrs<br>
David G 6 hrs<br>
Julian H 6&frac12; hrs
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<hr />27/7/93 | Base camp - Hang gliding | Clive, *Seb, <u>Julian T</u>
<p>Hang-gliding in a west wind (crap direction)
<p>I tried 2 flights. First was rubbish - no lift at all. Passing German
laughed &quot;ten minutes&quot;. Fuck off. Tried again after buying Clive
and Seb an ice cream. This time managed to soar below take off on west face
close enough to the rock to see my shadow. Most of the time I shared
airspace with a helicopter which flipped here and there and once passed by
dangling a dead cow by its neck. I reckon this is a good symbol for this
expo.
<p>T/above ground 40 mins
<hr /><a id="id1993-161-20">27/7/93</a> | 161 - Far too far | Wookey, Mike TS, <u>Julian S</u>
<p>Went to Far Too Far to pick up two tacklesacks and drill. God it was
awful. Wooks &amp; MTS looked at nasty hole in Tblocks. Didn't go. That
drill battery is a little fat bastard ! The two hard bastards each pulled
dozens of tacklesacks out through S'not (6 bags between 2 for Gods sake).
Wookey drops large rock (it was fuckin huge) about 20 ft onto Julian S (who
is a complete wimp and was making fucking heavy going with Geraldine and
LFB). It hurt. A lot. I shouted. A lot. Bastard. Wux + MTS prove superhero
status by taking the baggies all the way out. I was knackered.
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<p>T/U 8&frac12; hrs
<hr /><a id="id1993-161-21">1993-07-28</a> | 161 - derigging | <u>Wook</u> &amp; Mike TS
<p>The last derigging trip !
<p>Waited till torrential rain turned to sensible rain (11 am) Fixed 3 !
broken poles on my crap expensive Wild Country tent. Trogged up to cave,
went caving - down to Knossos in 25 mins (1 hr 15 from Top Camp !)
<p>Efficient derigging - out after 4 hrs - still bloody raining.
<p>TU 4 hrs
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