There are moments when, after more than 20 years, the words of Adam Mickiewicz come to mind…
“I sailed into the dry expanse of the ocean,
The wagon plunges into the greenery and wades like a boat,
In the midst of the wave of rustling meadows…”
It is strange at times, but it is beautiful and true. Thanks to climbing, man has time to look around and admire what nature has given us. And in Slovakia it gave a lot. Amazing spaces, stretching to the horizon seas of grass, forests and, above all, wonderful mountains. So when you get out of the car at the end of the village and are struck by this view, you wonder what else good awaits you on the other side of the hill. And there’s a lot to look forward to.
A huge limestone wall overlooking the Slovak Paradise provides not only a pleasant environment, but also good climbing. Roads from a dozen to thirty meters high, richly carved, from verticals to quite an overhang… These are not the roofs of the Mammoth and the overhangs of Masriudoms… But believe me, in some moments the bun is stout, it is just as necessary. The proposals are mostly solid, although there will be a crumble here and there, especially on the easier ones. Roads in the range of up to 8a, with a definite predominance of easier proposals… However, to call what is trivial would be a big mistake. The roads are interesting, challenging in their degree and often serious. Some mentally demanding. Others are very technical, promoting impeccable footwork and balance. Thanks to the varied nature of the scale, there is really everything… Edges, holes, scratches, bumps and mountain jams… There is definitely a lot to do; Nearly 140 proposals make you want to come back there again and again, especially when there is a bank of clouds on our side of the Tatra Mountains, the Jura is cold and wet and mosses grow intensively in the sandstone. Then one happily recalls the southern and western exhibitions of Tomasovský Vychlad and goes to warm up the bones in late autumn. To the woodcock. For views. For the sea of grass, the Slovenian Paradise and the wall of the Tatra Mountains closing the horizon.