remember climbing up a mountain in spain with a friend stuart shaw, fuck i don't know what happened , the girls were cooking a bbq down there and we were playing on the side of this mountain when both of us started climbing, it was crazy as we both just tuned in to the climbing aspect and ascended without even thinking or talking about it, we climbed for hours, loosing sight of the girls. eventually we were dehydrated and really tired but the summit was not far away so we just carried on.
once at the top we saw a magnificent pool and waterfall which we threw ourselves in to.
both of us drunk from the waterfall. we swam under the shade of a tree canopy, and felt refreshed and in harmony with the spirit of the mountain.
it was a magnificent feeling, we felt as if we had been rewarded.
when we made our wat down we were in big trouble with our women, they had cleaned up and were ready to go home.
later in the bar that night stuart told everyone what we had done, no one could believe it, they called us 'el loco' and bought us drinks in honour. it was really strange how i recall that today, almost 24 years later. el loco.