A rock climber's paradise - November 7 to 19, 2007

As I headed back to southern Thailand, I thought I was in for some serious relaxation and tan maintenance. Instead, in the 10 days I've been here, my knees, ankles, elbows and hands have been covered in bruises and scrapes. That's because the tiny postcard-esque isthmus of Railay is more than just a beach destination; its surrounding majestic limestone cliffs have attracted rock climbers from all over the world.



And my brother Shannon, an avid climber for many years, was determined to get me out on the rocks. He even bought me my own harness and climbing shoes so there was no turning back! Shannon's friend Jenny and her five year old son Aden also came equipped and ready to climb.

I've got to say, as I scrambled up 20 metre verticle cliffs, wrapping my fingers into tiny holes and cramming my toes onto narrow ledges, there is something slightly insane about this sport - especially when I glanced down at the tiny people on the ground and realized just how high up I was. Rock climbing is not for the faint of heart. Or for those scared of heights.

Here I am getting set for a climb - you can't tell, but I'm nervous. In the background, Shannon is ready to belay me so I won't crash to the ground if I slip off the rock.



Here's me "top-roping" a climb - if I fall (which I did quite often!), the rope will catch me so I will just sit in the air. It's much safer, especially for a beginner like me.



Here's Shannon leading a climb -- he is setting up the rope so we can top-rope it. It's more dangerous because there is less security -- although Jenny is belaying him from the ground, he will fall a much greater distance if he slips.



While upper body strength is key to a good rock climber, the scramble to the top of a climb is often a matter of flinging any available appendage onto sharp rocks, into crevices or onto outcrops in a desperate attempt to get yourself over a difficult patch. Hence all my bruises and cuts. But there is a deliciously satisfying feeling when, bathed in sweat and forearms throbbing, I haul myself up to the top and place my hand on the anchor -- and often the views are spectacular. Now that I have my own equipment, I will definitely check out the climbing gym in Toronto.

My time in Railay was not just sweat and bruises however. Daily massages, sunset drinks on the beach and afternoon lounging by the pool were required by all to smooth out the edges of our morning exertions.