Even though it was really humid for a while, I climbed some really amazing routes, one that I tried two years ago called Titanthrope (5.14c) was my personal highlight. This is now the hardest on the island, and at 65 meters, and only slightly overhanging, its pretty gnarly; very small grips! It starts with a very strange crux coming out of a small cave, climbs for a while on some strange sharp stone which can be called easier ground, and then launches up a huge grey wall. There is a long crux section on this grey prow feature, with some super small holds, and eventually culminates with some desperate clips and slap moves to a very slopey colonette feature. This is kind of just the beginning, because, when you start from the ground, the sick yellow-grey patina wall is a never ending redpoint crux with increasingly spaced bolts and and slabbier sections, which push one into a strange type of overdrive mode. One of the more delirious sensations one can attain is by linking the entire wall, and ending on the top of the giant cliff, with numb feet, a shaking body, and a strange lingering pain throughout the fingers from the extreme crimping, and resting on crimps. You really feel empty when you hit the ground finally, and all I can say is its one of the most beautiful, special pieces of rock I have ever climbed! 

The last week we extended our tickets for was exactly superb. It rained like hell, and it was really cold! It was even snowing one day, and the wind, good lord, was one of the coldest I experience. It was kinda funny though, going to a island for vacation, and eventually having the temps drop like 60 degrees! No more beach, and no more worries about sun on the crag, it was ironic, as it almost did a 180, the situation! We were normally searching for crags in the shade, but we ended up looking for ones in the sun, and on the days that had no sun, holy shit! Artic!