Main Gully, Glyder Fach, Tryfan and the barn

Early in October I loaded up the car again and headed for the paradise that is North Wales. A regular occurrence, it appears, but this is definitely one of my favourite things to do. The drive can often be a little on the ‘slightly too long’ side, but having often thought about this, I have come to the conclusion that this is why I enjoy going to Wales so much. It is the very fact that it is slightly far away that makes this more of an adventure for me.

Fortunately, the same group as last month were able to give up a weekend and join me on what was to be a fantastic weekend scrambling in the hills. Steve had the genius idea booking a mountain guide in order to explore some unknown and perhaps slightly out of our comfort zone routes. Gary Smith was an outstanding guide, although at times I think he was more out of his comfort zone that us, especially when I was clinging onto grass instead of rock to perch myself up on a rock step – I can’t say I blame him to be honest! He taught us, and especially me, a lot of basic scrambling techniques, which not only make the day safer, but it really helped me in my constant quest of overcoming my slightly irrational fear of heights.

Gary took us up the Main Gully on Glyder Fach. This is a Grade 1+ scramble which means it is similar to routes we have done before, apart from one rock ‘step’ which requires a safety rope and belay to be set up. This was ideal for Gary to be able to show us how to set such belay up in a ‘real world’ situation. After this, we scrambled up all the way to the plateau on Glyder Fach. From here, we trekked across to the East side of Tryfan. Being one of my favourite mountains in the world, I was really happy to be learning another approach to the mountain, which at the time I was praying to god that Gary wasn’t going to take us up a ridiculously steep rock face which would have made the already challenging day very difficult for me. Luckily, he was able to judge our abilities spot-on. We scrambled up the magnificent North Gully which is a grade 1 scramble. It was just perfect for me, slightly scary and precarious – I like to be able to push my limits but at the same time enjoy the climb knowing that it is, even if not by much, within my ability.

Upon reaching the summit, we descended down to civilisation via the East Face of Tryfan, which is a lot shallower than it sounds, and actually a perfect way to come down if you want to avoid the long trek which awaits you if you take the route down to the saddle via the South of the mountain.

It was a perfect day, we learned a lot and I felt a lot more confident in myself, even if Gary didn’t, after learning some basic techniques to ensure that a slip wouldn’t result in sudden death.

We spent the night in a barn near Capel Curig, which was amazing. We even managed to get mobile phone reception to be able to listen to England being knocked out of the rugby World Cup. It took us about ten hours to get the stove going, but after it warmed up we knocked back a gorgeous bottle of Malbec and pissed ourselves laughing at the ridiculous guest book. Farmer Thomas was somewhat of a saviour to wet campers who were surprised that their poorly set up tent was leaking. Some of them even went onto complain that the barn was cold. Yes, you are in the middle of the mountains in North Wales and you are in a stone building with no insulation – did you really think it was going to be warm?! A ‘simple’ fire was all that it needed for us to be more than comfortable and it sure beat all the messing around that comes with setting up tents!

The next day we finally got to tackle the magnificent ridge on Crib Goch. I have wanted to do this route ever since I turned around defeated in 2013 during a winter attempt. I told myself I’d try the ridge in the dry before another winter attempt, and boy, and I glad I did! The initial scramble up to the actual ridge was hairy in places but more than doable. The weather was some of the best you will see that time of year, perfect blue sky and the air was still, very still. Perfect weather for one’s first knife edge ridge walk. When we reached the ridge, my initial thought was wow! This was shortly followed by a thought that went something like this – bollocks.

I knew it was going to be exposed, I had seen the route many times on YouTube, but this was quite a lot for my scared-of-heights-brain. The trick was to go slowly, very slowly. Apart from a very polished summit that got me on my hands an knees, in hindsight the route wasn’t actually that bad. In fact, I’d love to do it again just to get another shot at conquering it. Most of the fear was the anticipation of what the ‘tricky bits’ were going to have in store for us. I knew there were two tricky bits but I didn’t know exactly what they were. The worst once involved an exposed move which required a stretch which was that little bit too far for comfort (see the video below, which does no justice at all to what it was actually like!) -but other than that, it was a fairly safe route. Nick made it a little more interesting for himself by climbing the pinnacles, he is definitely not scared of heights – at all (see header photo).

Winter is now just around the corner and no doubt there will be many winter missions to come. It would be nice to squeeze another dry run in before the end of the year but we’ll have to just wait and see if the opportunity presents itself.

That’s it for now, I’d definitely recommend both routes, especially if you have conquered a couple of grade 1s and you’re looking for the next challenge, although I’d definitely also recommend hiring someone like Gary to teach you a few basics, including the ropework.

You can find Gary at, although your work computer may block the site for obvious reasons!



North Ridge of Tryfan & Bristly Ridge

We down-climbed an exposed 6ft vertical section onto a 3ft ledge in hope of a route around one of the huge pinnacles that stand tall around us and make our route further up the ridge impossible. As we look around for a way out of this current section, a man we’ve never seen before pops round the corner from the place we were hoping would lead to a way out.

“Are you going that way?” We asked, pointing in the direction we came from. “No, I’m looking for a way out of here”.

That was definitely not what I wanted to hear after down-climbing one of the sketchiest sections of the route.

Further round Nick and Simon are attempting to climb over the next Pinnacle up an exposed crack, “There is no way I’m going up there” I thought.

Luckily, I didn’t have to. We walked further round and discovered a gully that climbed out of our tricky situation and put us safely on the summit of Glyder Fach.

Scrambling never fails to push my fear of heights to the absolute limit, and Bristly Ridge did not disappoint. I promised myself that I would never go back there. As a few days have gone by and I think about it more, I realise that I probably will end up there again, albeit with a little more knowledge about the route, and a bit more reassurance that we won’t be stuck up there waiting for Mountain Rescue.

Prior to this we had climbed the magnificent North Ridge of Tryfan, a stunning route which involves some moderate grade 1 scrambling. I’ve done the route four times now and never have I gone the same way up. After a difficult section which kick-started the scrambles on the route, we climbed up without great difficulty and managed most of the sections fairly confidently. Little did I know then that in an hour’s time we would be up on Bristly Ridge, doing some of the worst scrambling I’ve ever done.

We completed the day via the long walk that follows the ridge across the Glyders, ascending 4-500 vertical metres and back down several times. By the time we reached camp we had been out for over nine hours, three of which were scrambling and one of which I was crapping myself for.

Exhausted, but incredibly satisfied with the day we’d had, we fought off the midges and cooked steak on the BBQ.

I have some GoPro footage of our ascent but most of the scary Bristly Ridge stuff isn’t on there. I had packed the camera away on the summit of Tryfan and was too busy staying alive to be thinking about the GoPro once we’d started the left hand Gully at the foot of Bristly Ridge. I will compile this footage together with the next trip and put a North Wales edit together at some point.

Our next trip to Snowdonia is likely to be in September, where I’d be keen to climb Crib Goch, spend the night somewhere near the summit of Snowdon, then follow the horseshoe over Y Lliwedd before descending onto the foot of the Miners’ track.


Twenty-five and still alive

Twenty five is by no means old, and I’d like to think not even at my prime. However, this is an age that has made me think about the last five years; what have I achieved? Where am I heading? What do I hope to accomplish in the next five years? This all sounds very much like a boring new years’ resolution blog, but I hope it’s much more than that. I hope it’s the start of my next phase of adventure, a time when I have come to truly realise that if you want to achieve great things, there is only one person you have to turn to in order to get the ball rolling – yourself.

Don’t get me wrong, the last five years have been awesome. I have been with Millie for nearly the same amount of time – which has been incredible – and I’m now employed doing something I have done as a hobby for the last ten years. So I couldn’t be a pilot due to colourblindness, but in 2010 when I returned from my 8-month trip, I came to the point where I had to decide what I wanted to do. Video Production seemed like the logical thing to get into given my background with filming skateboarding for the last six years, and the dream of ‘starting a video production company was born.
I don’t think back then I had any idea about some of the things I would have to do in order to eventually be filming for a living. It was certainly a lot more hard work than simply buying a decent camera… and luck was definitely a big part of it too, but here I am, and I am very thankful for that.
Where is this all going?
Basically, for the last five years, I’ve done a lot of great things, but I don’t think I’ve done enough of the one thing that gets harder and harder to achieve as you move on through life (unless you take the right steps to make it happen) – adventure.
I’ve kept up my passion of reading mountaineering books and fantasising about the great routes to the point where sometimes it feels like I have climbed them myself and over the last few months I’ve had a real hunger to go and do something similar to what I’ve always been reading about – train for an expedition or climb, go out and do it and come back with a story to tell.
Some of the things I read are and always will be out of my reach, such as the North Face of The Eiger; ridiculously dangerous and exposed. There are some routes however that seem much more achievable through a respectable amount of hard work and dedication.
In order to kick-start this dream, I will further build my climbing skills throughout this summer – in fact, I am going to North Wales again in a couple of weeks – and develop my snow and ice skills come winter, and then my first big adventure will be to try and summit the highest peak in the Alps – Mont Blanc.
This is a peak that is very accessible to a reasonably fit individual, and through a guided accent is a very good way to learn more about high altitude mountaineering and dealing with real snow and ice based situations – not to mention the incredible view from the top.
On our ‘family holiday’ in Switzerland last month, we ventured out to Chamonix and took the mountain lift up to the Aiguille Du Midi – a peak that neighbours Mont Blanc. This was a good chance to see the route close up and experience the high altitude environment. It was really quite amazing and I can’t wait to be on the other side of the viewing platform ice-axe in hand.
My next post will most likely be after Wales, where we will attempt Tryfan once again and a first for me – Crib Goch and possibly the Snowdon Horseshoe.
Fittingly, I’ll close this post with a photograph Millie and I in front of Mont Blanc itself, as I lose all dignity in the favour of the practicality that comes with a selfie-stick.

The first of many. Well, that’s the plan at least.

Ben and I pedalled off from Tunbridge Wells a little later than expected, it was gone one o’clock when we gave up waiting on Max and decided to meet him en-route at the Old Vine in Cousley Wood. 40 minutes later we had arrived – thirsty, tired, and shocked at how long the first 4 miles had taken us. We had to do 26 more before sundown. The kit on my pannier weighed probably the best part of 30 kilos and Ben was riding a BMX.

Max joined us shortly after we ordered our drinks and we chatted for a while about how each of us had prepared for the journey – it was clear that I had been the most prepared person by buying a pannier and setting it with more than two hours to spare – Max was hungover and had only just finished bolting his bike together. Still, with the spirt of adventure fresh in our hearts and dreams of sandy beaches and cold beers, we set off once again.
It was hard going, harder than what I ever expected. It took a lot of determination one some of the hills, and it seemed impossible on others, but once we got a rhythm going we made some progress. We reached Hawkhurst – just under half-way – by about 5 o’clock. Of course, we had a pint and relaxed for a while.
The weather was pleasant with no wind or rain, we were able to keep plodding along at a steady pace. Slow, but steady. It wasn’t until after 7 o’clock that we reached Rye, with still 5 miles to go.
Google estimated the trip to take 2 hours 44 minutes – yeah, right!
We arrived at Camber Sands with just enough time to pitch our tents before dark.

Sleeping on the sand wasn’t as comfortable as I predicted – next time I will try digging out a bed.

We cycled down to the sea and Ben even had the courage to swim in it. I am normally the one to step up to such challenge but I must admit; it was cold and I was very dry and comfortable, and with a 30 mile ride back with already beaten up thighs, I didn’t want to add to my burden.

The ride back took a while, stopping at pubs was again our only paradise in a world of pain – okay that’s a bit dramatic, but it was nice to stop for a few drinks :)

Although it did pour down briefly, we avoided any significant rain. We arrived back in Tunbridge Wells just before sundown. I felt tired, but alive and full of the good spirit that you get after completing and adventure.

This was a tiny ride in comparison to what I am proposing to do next year. In fact what we did in two days, I am going to need to do in half a day, six times over.

I will try and improve my stamina and speed over the next few months. I have been running almost every week since the ride and I’m not up to 10 miles, I have also been swimming and I’ve kept up my weekly rock climbing outings. Of course I have also been cycling to work which doesn’t seem like much, but has helped dramatically when cycling uphill – it is now a lot easier and I believe it is these obstacles that slow down progress in a long ride.

Hope you enjoyed reading this – click play to watch the footage from my GoPro of the ride. I will keep you updated on my training!


What is it that makes someone plan a new adventure?

Perhaps it’s the challenge, the feeling of accomplishment, the desire to explore or maybe just a way of breaking the everyday routine with something extraordinary.

I have found my next adventure, and it is something that I’ve never really done before. It’s something that will require a lot of training, and perhaps build towards something bigger in the future.

In 2015, I am going to cycle the Three Peaks Challenge in less than three days.

Three Peaks Challenge Route – National Geographic

This involves climbing Ben Nevis in Scotland, cycling over 300 miles to the Peak Disctrict, climbing Scafell Pike then cycling a further 140 miles to Snowdonia and climbing Snowdon – all in under 72 hours.

I have never cycled any more than just a few miles, but after reading books like Cycling Home From Siberia by Rob Lilwall, I have been inspired in this method of travel. The freedom to be able to travel cheaply, choosing your route and facing the elements along the way.

My training will involve a series of shorter trips, which will not only get my build my strength but also help me to become efficient in camping/carrying kit and everything else that a cycling trip will involve.

I will start the training by a trip to Camber Sands – at just 30 miles each way, it will be a great way to start this amazing adventure.

I will let you know how I get on!

Beats’ USA Bike Ride

“I’ll stick out my thumb and I’ll trudge down the highway
Someday someone must be going my way home
Till then I’ll make my bed from a disused car

With a mattress of leaves and a blanket of stars
And I’ll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread 

Don’t you cry for the lost

Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you’re given
You know life’s for the living so live it
Or you’re better off dead”

It’s particularly those last two lines that strike me from this song, it reminds me just how important it is to do the things you love, no matter how dangerous, difficult, or out of the ordinary they might be. Because if you’re not living life to its full potential, then you are wasting your time on this beautiful earth. 

Come May this year a friend of mine, Rob Beattie, will be cycling the length of North America on his own, in just 10 weeks. He is funding the trip by himself and raising money for Cancer Research – which is obviously one of the best causes out there. He has never done anything like this before and I’d like to take this opportunity to say; I admire what you’re doing, I am extremely jealous, and I hope it goes well and you have the time of your life – I know you will! 

If you don’t have the money right now then simply share the link to Rob’s website, if you do, then donate at least a couple of pounds of an amazing cause, but most of all, remember to live your life how you want to live it and be happy!

Donate here.

Follow Rob on his journey here.

560 Miles – 3559 Feet – 11Km

Setting off at 4.30am, we drove through a couple of storms towards Snowdonia where we found a beautifully decorated Snowdon with just a touch of white stuff visible on the upper slopes. Certainly nothing like what we experienced back in April but there was one element that made this day challenging in its own right – 100mph winds on the summit.

We took the Pyg track which in fine conditions is a very easy route. However, the strong gusts of wind made this route very interesting, with slippery ice as you reached the ridge on the last section. We made it despite all this and ticked off yet another summit on what has – in 2013 at least – proved to be a very versatile mountain with a range of challenges to throw at us.

We climbed with a highly experienced Norwegian pair, Sissel Smaller and her partner Petter. We met them as we set off and spent the day with them, not only are they incredibly friendly people but their knowledge and stories from their many climbs, including the ‘7 summits’, made for some awesome conversations throughout the day.

We made it up there in what was for myself at least, a personal best. 2 hours up 2 and half down, we then came back down safely and drove the long but completely worth it journey home back to Kent.

Pyg track.
Scouting the route.
On the ridge.
Summit – Santiago, Sam & Roy.

The Spartan Run? Well, it was bloody hard.

With a slight delay, I can now report back on how I found the ‘Spartan Run’ in November.

It was hard. It was freezing cold. It was raining, a lot. No one told you how far along you were so there was no sense of proximity to the finish, only sketchy rumours from fellow speculative Spartans. By the end I could barely run anymore, totally exhausted, knackered. I don’t think I’ve ever been so worn out before. It was awesome…and would I do it again? Yes, anytime! It was an incredible and somewhat unexpected challenge as Tough Muddder was so easy in comparison.

Tomorrow morning I’m on the road to North Wales with Sam again, should be good to catch up as he’s been in South Sudan since I last saw him in April. A couple of other chaps are coming along too including Roy who I ran Tough Mudder and Spartan with, so it should be a good day. The weather is forecast to be absolutely awful so a navigational challenge lies ahead, and we’re very much looking forward to it.

The plan is to do the Pyg track, to Snowdon summit and back. We were hoping for something more challenging but there is serious wind and rain to take into account so it may end up challenging enough! is back!

On a completely different note, you may remember that a few years ago the blog was under I since lost the domain due to my failure to renew it. The bastards who subsequently bought it made some sort of random travel site out of it, which obviously didn’t do very well because I’ve just spotted the domain up for grabs again, and I’m pleased to say I’ve got it back!

Traviajero is a mixture of the word traveller and the spanish word with the same meaning, viajero. I thought of this before my big trip in 2009 and although it was more fitting back then, I am going to revert back to this domain as it reflects my passion for travel, be it a day-trip to Snowdon or 8 months in the Americas, I will always be up for an adventure.

Expensive challenges

We embark on a new challenge next weekend, and after completing an 8.5 mile run in the pouring rain yesterday, I wondered whether that’s enough training or not. I must confess that whilst it was a challenge, ToughMudder was simply not tough enough for how it was marketed. Let’s hope the ‘Spartan Beast’ has a bit more in store for us!

 I have ordered an extra battery for the GoPro, so you can expect to see us suffering in a video soon!
In between other things, I’ve started a park edit from the various skate missions recently. It’s looking good and has some consecutive bangers from Ash and Danny and the rest of the crew. The full lengther is looking good too and footage is slowly but surely accumulating.