Impressions from the Melloblocco. Questions, just as many as the boulder problems you’ll never solve. Colours, so many that the eyes bulge to register them all. The valley is dressed in calm, tranquil colour tones. From the surreal green fields, capped with boulders. To yellow, yellow, and yellow once again. All identical yet all unique, like the thousand and one climbers dressed in yellow. And from high above there’s that immobile white, a precipitating line that twists, cascades and turns. Have you ever seemed a waterfall that curves before straightening out and falling headlong down into the valley? Have you ever heard water that plays a tune just for you? For the thousands close to you?