Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Lobouche top camp

Photo of Lobuche top camp from Everest BC using a telescope on my camera. Shows how exposed the camp was.


Dover said...

Bear Grylls, no not you the other one- Did you see him take the easy route over Everest. Just watched some documentary of him on a paraglider with big whily fan propelling him. First person ever to go over Everest on one. If I'd known that I'd have stepped up to the plate. Im sure he had a couple of pints and packet of marlboro lights were doing it. Shandy drinking "nonce". Flaming easy. Now walking/climbing only men do that- Ale drinking men! Speaking of which I got few sherbets lined up for when you back so when can chew the fat.

Very sorry to hear of the loss of one of your team. I was going to bring in the weekly joke; doesn't quite seem appropriate. Or what the hell it's Everest -



A very homely person made an appointment with a psychiatrist. The homely person walked into the doctor's office and said, "Doctor, I'm so depressed and lonely. I don't have any friends, no one will come near me, and everybody laughs at me. Can you help me accept my ugliness?"

"I'm sure I can." the psychiatrist replied. "Just go over and lie face down on that couch."


Dover said...

Summit Inspiration

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!