Woodie, as far I am concerned, it NOT just you. Frankly if these people want to queue, wait for the Harrod's Xmas sale and that could potentially be more productive and probably less life threatening.
Climbers, pot holers .... STRANGE people!!
Or is this the most brain dead, moronic, lemming like, self centered, selfish, look at me activity you have ever seen in your fecking life.
Shuffling in a line to get to the summit of Everest, casually passing the bodies of a couple of climbers that did'nt make it!!!
I don't even feel that sorry for the one's that didn't make it. The bereaved families have almost all the same comments, "well, it's something he always wanted to do". What, spend 12,000 pounds of their money and leave them to fend for themselves!?
Have I missed something?
Woodie, as far I am concerned, it NOT just you. Frankly if these people want to queue, wait for the Harrod's Xmas sale and that could potentially be more productive and probably less life threatening.
Climbers, pot holers .... STRANGE people!!
Very odd and sad, Everest has become a tourist trap, for some on a permanent basis... I remember reading about this a few years ago apart from the dead bodies there is a growing issue with clearing the waste left by the 'climbers' on the mountain and at base camp as it has to be helicoptered away.
I think just by looking at that photograph, it makes me wonder why do they allow so many to climb it one after another? You actually have a domino affect if one person slips and falls backwards, it then endanger's other climber's.
It is a strange obsession but harmless.
I think I posted this before but here goes. A few years ago I visited "The Devils Tower" in Wyoming. It is a huge volcanic outcrop that was [is] revered by native Americans as a sacred site.
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And it is a very special place, the whole surrounding area has a very special feeling to it. Anyway as I got close to it I could hear some echoing sounds bouncing around and when I came out of the trees to the base of the tower there they were the aresholes. Three or four brightly clothed climbers making their way up the face of the tower shouting verbal high fives to each other.
I had a private fantasy of the spirit of a Native American stepping out of the trees with his bow and arrows and shooting the feckers to the ground.
If only!!