In Puebla’s city, our climbing crew gathered,
Nine strong climbers, excitement untethered.
Seven from the States, a Canadian, and me,
Down under Aussie, ready for glee.
Guides Dominic and Ben, oh, so grand,
Leading us through mountains, rocky land.
Ixta stood tall, a challenge to meet,
But a fiery eruption brought a retreat.
No summit conquered, yet a story to hail,
Volcanic spectacle, a fiery tale.
Rest day dawned, in Puebla so neat,
Toilet seats amazed, a comfy seat.
Blue bags forgotten, in the city’s embrace,
Puebla’s wonders, each one to trace.
Orizaba awaits, our ultimate quest,
Ben fueled by boar, a summit to crest.
Erica, a wallaby, Rich, a kangaroo,
Scaling peaks, a courageous view.
Woody’s sun hoody, fresh and so clean,
Zócalo square, where memories convene.
Pyramids explored, a historic delight,
Cat on the menu, a culinary fright.
Mole dinner shared, a taste so divine,
New friendships blossomed, like aged wine.
Miss my girls at home, a heartfelt pang,
Instagram friendships, a digital hang.
Dominic’s safe call, a grateful plea,
Back to families, hearts filled with glee.
RMI Climber Thinus Keeve