Climbing 'Hyperprostorové povolení' (Hyperspace Permit) on Vogon is less a physical feat and more a bureaucratic nightmare etched into rock. Graded 9/9+, this route on the notoriously grim Vogon rock face is a test of not just strength and technique, but also one's tolerance for existential dread and the droning sounds of intergalactic paperwork. The rock itself is a blend of deceptively smooth, featureless slabs and razor-sharp, Vogon-designed crimps that seem to mock human anatomy. The first pitch, known as 'The Form B-27 Revision Alpha', traverses a section of polished, grey stone, demanding absolute precision and a masochistic disregard for fingertip skin. Higher up, the 'Interstellar Bureaucracy' crux involves a series of dynamic moves over an exposed, crumbling overhang, with the constant threat of a spontaneous Vogon poetry recital adding to the terror. There are no joyous vistas from the 'summit' – often just a small, designated platform for signing a multitude of post-climb waivers. Completing 'Hyperprostorové povolení' isn't about triumph; it's about the grim satisfaction of having navigated a truly absurd, utterly unpleasant, yet undeniably monumental, administrative challenge.
