
While I was dozing off in my bed last weekend (and more keen on turning channels), finally it was NG (National Geographic) that came to my rescue. What made me stop at the same was the very mention of Nepal -- just a little fascination towards the Himalayan kingdom. And as a no surprise, came the mention of Mount Everest and another set of adventitious fokes from the developed west looking to touch the sky (though not without the local Sherpa) .
Base Camp: Some 50 miles from the "base" lies the base camp. "... it will turn out to be very costly to carry that chap with us..." said a fellow member of the team. He failed to notice that Erik was there in the tent (else he won't have spoken about him -- after all they were still a "team"). Later in the day Bob asked Erik if he felt bad about it. "Yes at first I did.. But then I will prove him wrong" came from Erik. Later in the day he puked and many were doubtful if he can carry himself further.
Camp1 took him 12 hours !!! (normally should have taken 3. And then I got my answer - "they tend to think that I should be more comfortable in covering these chasm (a deep rift), though that is not the case - when you don't know how deep it is". The second round came in 9 (3 hours better) - and so I was wondering how long it will take them to reach the top if they continue to take rounds from Base to Camp-1. But then practice holds a special importance when your probability of coming back is 0.8 (or anything less than one).
Camp3 From here starts the death zone (as they call it). "For every one step you breath thrice" came from (poor) Erik. "They ask me what do I gain from all this, and I tell them that feeling the winds and mountains around myself gives immense pleasure. And I too enjoy snow below my shoes as I climb".
By now the team was in two parts Bob and an another climber were at 28700 feet and so still 2 hours to go (or 300 feet to make things easier). At almost the same time the laggard team found a body. "When you are up to Everest, one wrong step can bring an end. I feel as if I am in a war and just hoping to survive till the end" said one.
And then came the last few steps. And who says the first step is always the most difficult -- or else it is just a saying for those normal human adventures. " Come on Erik !!! Come on - you can do it " shouted the radio.
And finally Erik made it. And cheers to that team which supported him in his endeavor to reach the peak, after all you are risking your life with him. And then I think of we the normal fokes who get depressed on paltry things in life and how far do we need to go before we reach our peaks (I am not taking about Smirnoff). Anyways, I forgot to tell you -- Erik can't see and he is the only blind person who has climbed the Everest
Cheers to Erik within us
