“Once on the way to the Barber” – Climbing in Nice
Tuesday, June 1st, 2010
A short story:
Mr Stimpson, a strong, young and a vain 1.6m tall man were in the skirts of Nice, France. He would battle anyone who came across his way. And he was always ready for more.
It was a wonderfull Tuesday morning, after Mr. Stimpson had victoriously wrestled down the >>Star Gladiator<< in the arena of Castillon. He amused himself with the idea to reward himself in the fore runnings of the Formula One in Monte Carlo!
Stimpson thought to himself
>> Getting a less messy appearance with a haircut or a shave at the local Barber would perhaps be good. Who knows? You may possibly meet up with some Grimaldis or even Pricess Caroline or Pricess Stephanie of Monaco!<<
Resoluted to do something for his well being, he picked out La Turbie, where he would seek out a Barber there.
Walking clumsily and with bees humming in the head, he descended with shaky knees down to the districts of St. Jacob. Indeed not the gladiators fight was at fault, but the consumption of too much fermented red grape juice the night before.
>>A bit of fresh air and movement will do you good, my lad<<
he thought.
>>Then a visit to the wellness by the barber, and the day will be saved<<
he concluded, while descending the stony walkway to St. Jacob. Shortly after, he stepped on a big protruding stone, which did not allow his right shoe to be stepped on, be it because of vanity or the heavy rainfalls days before, it rolled away together wih the foot of the owner. Seconds later, the entire Mr. Stimpson toppled back in an opposite rotation as the rootless stone tarried groundlessly in the air.
Up to this time, Mr. Stimpson had no knowledge of the stone under him. It was probably the sibling of the first rolling stone which has now come to a stop. He felt a sharp pain as it sank in his right ass. A partial contact with the ground was now restored. As his right wrist absorbed the fall and cuts decorated his right ankle, contact with mother earth was finally completed.
With horror and shock, the now dazed Mr. Stimpson rose. It took a whole while to determine that he did not surpass any serious injury.
The further course of the path proceeded without any other major incident. Only a slight uncontrolled slip would be noteworthy. Small gravels, perfectly camouflaged with leaves like soldiers in the army, presumably counting to the same clan as the above mentioned siblings were at fault, as if putting many obstacles in the was would prevent him from going to the districts of St. Jacob.
Thank goodness, it was just around the corner as Mr.Strimpson reached the first hairdresser, which was responsible for the violent hair cut he had gotten last year. Sigh, he didn’t know then that this was a hairdresser only for women!
>>Well<<
after studying the map of the district, he said
>>there is another barber nearby whom I will now visit and find out what artistic work he has<<
He limped 50m further and actually stood in front of the entrance to the barber, verified it’s name again
>>Coiffeur pour homme<< House number 7c+
Perfect!
At first Stimpson was not conclusive as looking on him was a very impressive and tall building. It made him a little frightened. Nevertheless, he plucked up all his courage, took heart and stepped in.
The rest of the story is quickly told:
Mr. Stimpson went through the lobby, where it’s surrounding was made to very much his taste. Humming to himself slightly, he headed up the first floor, lightly gasping for air, shortly after, sweating profusely and he asked himself very uncertainly if he made a right decision?
Reaching finally the top, he was then given so much foam and shaved so thoroughly that he was so confused by the treatment that he later renounced a further haircut.
Two days later, dissatisfied with himself, he returned again. This time he got a proper haircut and was even privilaged to be able to watch the Formel One races in a wide angle simultanously.
Why the hell does he have such thick forearms? Nobody could’ve given him an answer!?
Auther: 03.2009, V. Lauterkorn
Note from the author:
The story took place on 3 routes, and is about the passion of drinking wine.
Castillon:
Star Gladiator 7b+
La Turbie, Monaco. Grand Face, Secteuer Jacob:
Coiffeur pour dames 7a+
Coiffeuer pour hommes 7c+
Wine :
Bordeaux, Grand Cru Classé
Guide Book:
L’escalade dans les Alpes-Maritimes, from Alti Coop
Rock:
Limestone, tufas, overhangs and ledges, holes
Climbing shops:
Nice, Http://www.alticoop.com
Best time to go:
All year
Rope:
70 – 80m
Accomodation:
Gorbio, Menton
Nice
Eze, entrance of Villefranche and la Turbie
Tel: 04-93-01-81-64 / 04-93-76-70-43
Vence:
Camping de la Bergerie
Les Romarins :
Sur la grande corniche,
La Laune :
A Peillon – téléphone 04-93-79-91-61
Le Mas Fleuri :
A Sospel, sortie A8 Menton. 45mns de Nice
Camping, locations : tél. 04-93-04-14-94 / fax 04-9304-14-86
Apartments:
http://www.vence.fr/-Tourisme-d-Azur-.html
http://www.cote.azur.fr/
Where to eat:
Vence, Tourette, St. Jeanett. Best Pistazia cakes in Castillon that comes directly from the Wooden oven
Supermarkets:
diverse Supermarkets in Vence (L’eclerc, Casino, etc)
Crags:
Blessed with over 50 equipped crags and thousands of routes, a two week holiday would not be enough to cover the Alp Maritime district. We recommend you to settle down in the outskirts of Vence, and spend the rest of your life climbing there.
Rest days:
Don’t miss St. Paul or Tourette if you’re interested in medivial villages finely refurbished and decorated with the artist’s work.
Hit the beach from Vence. This is just a 20 mins drive.
Joing the Parcour de la Nice.
Market days in Vence, St. Paul, Grasse
Consfiserie du Florian – curious to know how the turn a rose petal in to a petal of sugar? Everything a sweet lover found find to satisfy himself
Grasse, the famous perfume city. Take a walk through the streets filled with perfumed goods, visit the perfume museums and take home bottles of good smelling scents with you.
Monte Carlo – willing to spend your last earnings in a Casino?
