Slovenia near Triest.

burn giorno/ dober dan/ where austria once went to sea/ it’s meadows trees and rocks/ nature knows no borderline/ frontiers are the will of man

scull like bizarre shapes/ bleached stones/ or are they bones/ lying in the karst meadows

Triest

Boulders for the pixies

Val Rosandra Triest

comici danced on rock/ tells us the myth of val rosandra/ stone white crags/ against september blue sky/ is the scenery for our stiff limbed attempts/ to shuffle upwards on easy rock

Slovenian Craging

Crinri Cal

bittersweet relentless unforgiving/ like slovenian/ no vowels

HRD CLMBS

steep power moves/demanding grades/ a boltless threshold getting off the ground/test of nerves

Luna Park

a pinch of dolomite exposure/ moves that move you/ let’s call it easy