Israeli Chef Oren

Today it is cold. Hitch-hiking forecast: eh...

And the culinary iconoclasm continues. Yarrr...

While brushing my teeth, a Romanian climber taught me how to say Hello, Good bye, and How Are You in romanian (I think these phrases are totally necessary when you lose a trés belle french belay partner to the vicious wolves, who have eaten quel'que mouton here in the french forest.)


Madrock sent me some shoes! SO PSYCHED!!! The old ones were a bit decapitated. I mean dilapidated?

I hope they can replace my hiking shoes too.

Also, the rate at which I take crummy photos has reached a very sad all-time high.


On the last day of His Honorable's stay, I had the privilege to do a psyched multi-pitch in Céuse with Alpinist Israeli Chef Oren Ish-Am. His Majesty, who held us under a moon-lit Republic rule through the influence of fine Polish platsky and a fried latkis dish, is portrayed here-ish, avec Nutellary, in front of the Palace du Caravan. He also taught us some Hebrew.