Beware the Filthy Hippies

Beware the Filthy Hippies

“Hmm, acro-yoga… I first saw that in the US when I was there in 2014, and I thought it was stupid.”

-Andy Court, acro-yoga enthusiast

We’ve all seen them in the campsites. Barefoot, probably wearing stupid pants, armed with slacklines, yoga mats and at least one ukulele and/or didgeridoo.

The hippies. 

During my time in the Cape Town climbing community, I have encountered many of these strange creatures. In fact, the more climbers I meet, the more people I find that partake in some form of flow/balance/cirque art.

Flow Arts – “a variety of movement-based disciplines including dance, juggling, fire-spinning, and object manipulation”

Movement/Balance Arts – includes movement and balance based activities such as slacklining, highlining and acro-yoga (acro-yoga stands for acrobatic yoga, and involves two or more partners working together to perform specific moves)

Cirque Arts – acts used in contemporary circus such as juggling, unicycling, trapeze, and ariel acrobatics (including the use of ariel silks and lyra hoops)

It’s almost impossible to be a rock climber and not be roped in to trying at least one (but probably more) of these weird and wonderful activities. It can, however, be hard to take them seriously. So, what is it that draws rock climbers to these “hippie” art forms?

The obvious place to start was to talk to Andy Court, resident Cape Town climber and coffee enthusiast. You may recognise him by his duct-taped North Face down jacket, mismatched socks, and majestic dreads.

Andy demonstrating his multi-tasking skills (Photo Credit: Emily Wedepohl)

I met Andy through the UCT Mountain and Ski Club, in which he runs the climbing portfolio. Besides being a crazy strong climber and one of South Africa’s best highliners, he is an expert in all things ridiculous. Past exploits include drunk acro-yoga at the Montagu Rock Rally party, eating a sandwich on the waterline over the De Bos campsite swimming pool, and rigging a massive rope swing on a shipwreck

I can’t begin to understand the strange inner workings of Andy’s mind, but I’m going to try.

It seems that what drives Andy is connections; connecting to nature, his own body, and other people.

Despite thinking that acro-yoga was outrageously stupid the first time he saw it, he is now a regular acro-yogi, and has introduced many climbers to the sport. I chatted with him about what makes it so special, and we both agree that it’s really, really fun. But more than that, he says, “It’s also a nice connection with someone. It’s kind of like dancing… making your two bodies move in a certain way.”

Andy is certainly not alone in this thinking. Kahla “the adorable dirty child” Hackner, gave a near-identical answer when I asked her about her new-found passion for acro-yoga (a passion that has only developed recently, since meeting Andy). Kahla has been doing gymnastics since she was an actual adorable dirty child, and draws a common thread between gymnastics, climbing and acro-yoga.

“Acro-yoga is incredible because it’s everything I love about gymnastics… but you’re doing it with another person.”


Andy and Kahla having an acro-yoga session at the Rocklands Highline Meeting (Photo credit: David Whitaker)

Kahla also points out the wonderful sense of community that is present among climbers and acro-yogis alike.

“The acro-yoga community, I find, is so chilled and free-spirited, and down to earth. And you learn from each other, and you want to help each other, and that’s how I find rock climbing because it’s like team work, even though you’re solo. Everyone helps out, gives you beta, and you work together to solve problems.”

This sense of community is put into practice in Park Play Sessions, “a monthly gathering of the Balance / Flow / Cirque / Movement communities held at Keurboom Park, Claremont, Cape Town”. These “Sessions” bring people together, not only to enjoy testing their skills, but to share knowledge and learn from each other.

I can say from personal experience that the best way to learn how to do acro-yoga, slackline, or even climb for that matter, is just to ask. Everyone has to start somewhere, and no one is going to mind showing you the ropes!

(In case you really don’t want to look like a total noob, here’s a handy little how-to guide to get you started on the slackline!)



Park Play Sessions are run by Donna Kisogloo, who started out in juggling, then moved to unicycling, and continued on to dabble in a variety of different art forms. Donna has a passion for flow and movement arts, and hopes to share this passion through the Park Play Sessions.

It’s hard to talk about these activities without sounding like an obnoxious hippie, but there really are some great things to say about the balance/movement/flow/cirque arts, especially in relation to climbing.

The most obvious connection is the physical demands that these sports place on your body. You need intense focus, precise technique, and a certain level of strength. You need to be completely aware of what your body is doing and how your muscles are working together to enable you to walk a line, power through a climb, or perform an acro-yoga move.

Following on this, you need to get your mind right. When Andy was explaining the experience of walking on a highline, he told me, “It’s all a mental thing, you’ve got to get in your mind that you can walk a highline before you can do it.” I think this definitely applies to any sort of physical challenge, particularly climbing. If you start out with the mindset that you’re going to fail, you probably will.

Andy flawlessly walking the line at the Rocklands Highline Meeting (Photo credit: Emily Wedepohl)

But it seems like further than the physical and mental aspects of these pursuits, what it all really comes down to is the experience of connecting with something or someone. You need to feel connected with your body in order to perform the movements and push through when it feels like you can’t. You need to feel connected to your surroundings, whether that means attuning yourself to the rock you’re climbing, or the wind swirling around you as you walk a highline. And, most importantly, you need to connect to the people around you.

Work with your acro-yoga partner, trust that they’re going to support you. Listen to the people that are cheering you on as you walk a line (whether slack or high). Believe that your spotters will protect you when you’re bouldering, and that your belayer is keeping you safe on a climb.

It all comes down to trust, support and connection.

So, the next time you spy a group of these strange hippie folk, try taking a leaf out of their book.

And get yourself a pair of ridiculous pants.


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The hills are alive with the sound of AAAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!

The hills are alive with the sound of AAAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!

It’s a beautiful day. The air is warm, there is a gentle breeze, the mountains are calling. As the sun leaves the horizon, a group of eager climbers heads out to enjoy a tranquil day on the rock. They breathe in the beauty of mother nature. Laughter and bird song fills the air.

This is the image sold to us by outdoor fitness blogs and stock photography.

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This is bullshit.

First of all, sun is bad, overcast is good.  Secondly, nobody is organised. Half the party forgot to set an alarm, and the other half slept through theirs. You will leave an hour later than planned, everybody will have to stop to fill up with petrol, there will always be a shortage of water, and someone will need to borrow a chalkbag.

Thankfully you will have 6½ jars of peanut butter and 8 loaves of bargain-basement bread, because these are essentials that everyone would have remembered to pack.

And then there’s the soundtrack.







The song of the dirtbags.

I didn’t realise this was a normal thing for climbers to do. I mean, I had seen videos of Adam Ondra wailing like a banshee, but that’s Ondra… he makes so much noise that it has actually become a running joke. And if I was projecting some of the world’s hardest routes, I would also be screaming my way up.

Photo credit: Chris Noble

I think I’ve always been a bit shy to actually let loose on a climb. Occasionally, I’ll let out a grunt or, if the exposure is a bit intense, a quiet “fuuuuuuuuuck”, but I don’t feel that I climb hard enough to justify screaming.

Aye, there’s the rub.

Is it that I don’t scream because I don’t climb hard enough, or am I not climbing hard enough because I don’t scream? Maybe I would have gotten through the crux moves of some of my failed attempts if I had let rip with a yell.

In an interview with Ondra, he says, “Screaming is something that I hate about myself… and I don’t do it to make myself more visible. It’s more that I need to focus to do a certain move while breathing out, and if I scream while doing that move, then I’m 100% sure that I’m doing that move while breathing out.”

So, really, screaming is just loud breathing.

This theory actually has merit. An article entitled “Why You Should Curse and Scream” explains that screaming can actually produce a burst of adrenaline, which can give you the strength to power through a really hard move.

So, if you want to crush, get out there and make some noise.


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It’s time we started talking about this.

It’s time we started talking about this.

Climbing is incredible. Climbing is life-changing. Climbing is a sport for the privileged.

It feels almost wrong to write this. I am so completely head-over-heels in love with rock climbing and the climbing community, that any critique feels like betrayal. But that doesn’t mean that we can continue to ignore the issue.

It is always incredibly hard to raise this subject in the climbing community, largely due to the psychology behind rock climbing. Climbing, and the lifestyle that comes with it, is rooted in the human connection with nature and spirituality and other people. This sort of mindset doesn’t really account for the idea of privilege.

It’s wonderful to forget about socio-political problems for a weekend and run away to the bush to talk about passion and the human condition and spirituality, but it’s also wildly irresponsible. Last year, Liz Haas published an article called “The Dirtbag Privilege”, which brought to light the very issues that I’m discussing here. She raises the point that, while “dirtbag” life is romanticized as minimalist and frugal, it is actually made possible through a background of privilege that many people simply don’t have.

Alex Honnold in his legendary “Adventure Van” (Photo credit:

There are many climbers that might point out how difficult it is to live out of a van and eat the same food every day and enjoy very few luxuries, but it is undeniable that a certain level of wealth and social support is necessary for this lifestyle. This doesn’t apply only to those that take it to the extreme, but to all of us that can enjoy multi-day climbing trips.

Sure, these trips generally involve living off the cheapest possible food and wearing the same clothes for three days, but that doesn’t make them particularly affordable. I am very lucky in that my tent (and hammock), lifts, sleeping bag, camping mattress, harness and bags are all supplied by friends and family. However, I still pay for food, petrol money, climbing shoes, and camping fees myself. And that doesn’t even account for camping necessities like headlamps, warm clothes, outdoor shoes etc. And even then, virtually all of the things that I pay for are actually paid for by my parents, because I am an unemployed student.

I am so ridiculously privileged. There are so many people I know, students in particular, for whom this kind of activity is just not possible. Beyond the expenses, the time away from home and responsibilities is just too much. And I’m sorry to burst the rainbow-nation bubble that so many South African are living in, but an issue of privilege is an issue of race. I can count on one hand the number of people of colour that I saw at Rocklands a few weekends ago. A black person my age that grew up in a township cannot possibly go camping for three nights. The cost is enormous (even assuming they already own climbing gear), and it is likely they are in a situation where they are needed at home to help look after siblings or other family members. I am incredibly lucky to have the financial resources, and the independence to be irresponsible for a weekend and run off to the mountains.

Of course, I can’t generalise and make the statement that all white people are wealthy and all black people live in poverty. However, it is ignorant and irresponsible to avoid talking about issues of privilege and race in the climbing community. We are in an era of social awakening and transformation, and climbers cannot be left behind in the dirt.


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Let’s get started with some weird, hippie climber-talk

Let’s get started with some weird, hippie climber-talk

“So, why do you do rock climbing?”

“It’s, like, really fun.”

This is not a particularly sophisticated answer to a question that I, and many other rock climbers get asked fairly often. However, it seems to be a better alternative to the eye-roll inducing speech that every climber has tucked away. You know, the one about how climbing is really a spiritual experience that takes you to a place you never could have dreamed of blah blah blah… THAT speech. I mean, it’s completely true, but we have to work pretty hard to not freak out new members of the climbing community by saying weird hippie stuff like that. And it’s impossible to deny that fun isn’t a driving factor when you consider that even the greatest climbers are just overgrown children scrambling up big rocks.

The legendary Chris Sharma, trying really hard to hold onto a big rock. (Photo credit: Boone Speed)

Of course, beyond the sheer enjoyment that comes with climbing, one has to consider the immense therapeutic benefits it offers. Everything can be made into a big, juicy metaphor when you’re a climber. Day to day challenges transform into tricky moves on a route; relationship troubles become a seemingly impossible boulder problem; failures are a fall that you weren’t expecting. And the brilliant thing about these dreadful clichés is that they make everything seem conquerable. You can fall off a route a hundred times, but if you push through, you can make it.

So, climbing is really just a way that overgrown children choose to deal with life. That is why, this past weekend, dozens of responsible adults ran away from the real world to participate in the 2017 Montagu Rock Rally. I hopped on the bandwagon, because the thought of staying home for the weekend to tackle my mountain of work was unbearable compared to tackling an actual mountain. I don’t feel guilty for spending my weekend on a rock instead of a desk chair. When I climb, I’m not running away from my responsibilities, I’m dealing with them.

Being on the rock with my legs shaking, forearms threatening to burst, the wind thundering around me… I can’t think of a better way to face my problems. Working a route really is a physical manifestation of working through any of life’s trials. The rock, in this metaphor, is the problem. It’s hard, it’s big, it’s tough. You’re doing everything you can to figure it out, and in doing so, the rock becomes an extension of yourself. Your fingers sweep across the holds, you press your hips against it and feel the stone against your core, you rest your feet on the tiniest of edges, trusting that they will not crumble beneath you. And so, the rock is not only “the problem”; it is also you, and by extension you become one with “the problem”. See what I mean about weird, hippie climber-talk?

So, you’re up on the rock, existing as this tangled, complex being, and you don’t really have any choice but to deal with whatever’s going on in your head. And the best way to do that is to climb. You will end up battered and bruised, but, somehow, healed. Climbing allows you to reach a kind of harmony with whatever mess you may be dealing with, and move forward to conquer any future challenges that life is going to throw at you.

You see? Climbing’s not just a bit of irresponsible fun after all. No wonder so many cheesy, motivational posters use pictures of mountains.

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