Climbing 'Fikar' (Grade 7) in the legendary 'Blokoblokus' was an experience etched deeply into my memory. From the moment I chalked my hands at the base, the route's reputation for technicality was evident. The initial movements on the rough, angular rock demanded precise footwork and a keen eye for holds, building a rhythm. The true challenge emerged around two-thirds of the way up: a sustained, slightly overhanging section requiring incredible finger strength and core engagement. My forearms burned, and each breath felt deliberate. It was a mental battle as much as a physical one, pushing past the urge to give up, focusing solely on the next minute hand-placement, the subtle shift of weight. The textured rock, cold against my fingertips, offered just enough friction to keep me moving upwards. Finally, with a last desperate pull and a surge of adrenaline, I found myself pulling over the lip onto the summit slab. The world opened up, revealing a breathtaking panorama of the Blokoblokus region – jagged peaks stretching to the horizon, bathed in the late afternoon sun. Reaching the anchors, the immense sense of accomplishment washed over me. 'Fikar' wasn't just a climb; it was a testament to perseverance, a rewarding dance with gravity and rock in one of the most magnificent settings.
