“La Rambla” is not only the symbolic route of Siurana, but it has also played an important role in the history of climbing. I have always looked up to it with reverence and admiration.
Ramon Puigblanque (2003)
On our last day at Siurana, during the last attempt, when part of me had already given up, I managed to place the bidoigt which up to then had rejected me and I climbed the route, making another little dream come true.
I am very fond of Siurana. It was one of my first climbing trips, and throughout the years I have often gone back. Even if I’ve spent a lot of time there, its crags are drenched in history, the landscape and rock make it always fascinating. After a period of winter training we decided to spend a few weeks there without having great objectives in mind.
I had already climbed many routes in Siurana, but I still had a few routes to tick off my list, quite quickly I managed to climb routes such as “A Muerte” (8c+/9a), “Chikane” (8c+), “L’odi social” (8c/+)” and “El membre” (8c).
With still two weeks to go, I had thought of, once again, taking a look at what is considered the symbolic route of the area: “La Rambla”, to which I had always looked up with admiration and fear.
To my great astonishment, as I gave it a go, the feelings were great right from the beginning. After a few reconnaissance rounds, I started falling right at the top, I thought I would never get to that point; motivation increased day after day and the route quickly turned into my trip’s project. Babsi (Barbara Zangerl ed) was trying another route, therefore we would alternate, living a routine which was very relaxing. The more the days went by, the closer I felt to climbing it, even if I kept falling at the same point: a few holds from the end of the difficulties, even if I got there quite well rested. The cuts on my fingers did not help me at all, so much so that I had to abandon the project for a few days waiting for them to heal.
There was not long to go before our departure, but that movement continued to reject me. Therefore I stopped insisting with the move that suited me, and out of desperation, I looked for an alternative way. It was the evening of our second to last day, I had fallen three other times, a few metres from the chain.
Right when I was about to give up, I found another solution for the move that kept rejecting me. The next morning we were meant to set off, but I could never leave Siurana without a last attempt. Trying to become estranged from external pressures, on the last rest I mentally brushed up on the move for the succession section, I placed the bidoigt and continued all the way to the chain pushed upwards by Babsi’s encouragement. I had done it.