Le charme discret de la bourgeoisie

On Sunday morning, went for a climb on the buttress of Corcovado (mountain that has the Christ statue on top). The climbs in that face all are named after movies (thus blog post title). The day and the setting were beautiful - you see Corcovado's main summit to one side (through a weird angle, with just one hand of the Christ sort of waving out at you), a view to the lagoon straight ahead, and a great view of the bay and the Sugarloaf on the other side.

The approach hike is interesting as well - around 30 minutes up a steep hill, passing a small spring and bordering this fence that boards off some millionaire's property (full of scary 'beware aggressive dogs' sign, made scarier by the distance sounds of barking and some dog-sized holes in the fence).

The climb itself was so-so... as slabby as a slab could be. It was pretty positive, thus pretty easy... but there was NOTHING to hold on to. After a two-pitch smear-fest, we turned around as the third pitch looked totally wet and with a weird greenish mold tone in the rock right around the crux.

I didn't feel like leading this one at all. The bolts were FAR... like 10-15m apart.

Rapelling down, the rope got snatched in the weirdest way (see picture)...