"Every Mountain Signifies God"
Why do we challenge ourselves and to what lengths will we go
to achieve our desired outcomes? Who are we when we step outside our zones of
comfort and familiarity?
Alerted to the documentary “Aftershock” by a friend who
knows my love for mountains, I watched all three episodes in one sitting. The
documentary is about the earthquake in Nepal in April 2015, that caused massive
avalanches and destruction, with a huge loss of life – 9,000 people. I watched,
enthralled, appalled, heart racing, and in awe at the sheer magnificence
and power of the mountains.
To quote one of the Nepalis, “In Sherpa culture, every
mountain signifies God.” They respect mountains as if they were their mothers.
Yet, many Westerners treat Everest as some kind of personal
achievement, an item to be ticked off a bucket list, a challenge to be wrestled
with and overcome. Human relationships with mountains are varied, the reasons
for scaling them complex. Everest base camp is crowded, littered with tents of
various climbing groups, all intent on reaching the summit.
The documentary focuses on three locations: Everest (base
camp and camp 1), Kathmandu, and the Langtang valley. At Everest, we hear from
some of the trekkers who survived, one of them a young Iranian woman who had
set out on her first Everest attempt as a way to overcome her shyness and prove
something to herself.
There it is: We set ourselves challenges to prove something
to ourselves. In some instances, it may also be to prove something to others; to portray ourselves in a favourable light; to create an image of who we want
to be seen to be.
In the Langtang valley, the story centres around three young
Israeli men, newly released from the army, who set out for a remote adventure,
choosing the valley precisely because it is remote and challenging.
In Kathmandu, the focus is more local, around a family, the
father having made something of his life after meeting and marrying a woman who
changed him. He has bought a hotel and is raising a family when disaster
strikes.
The earthquake is sudden, unannounced, with devastating
avalanches and consequences for all three locations. It is the human faces
behind this event that moves us. It is the human behaviour that makes us ponder
and ask what we would do in such circumstances, and – why do we put ourselves
in such situations? Why do we climb mountains, pit ourselves against nature and
inhospitable conditions?
For the Nepalis, it is their home. But for the rest of the
people who arrive at Everest base camp or the Langtang valley, it is not. When
the mountains speak, the Nepalis listen. When the mountains roar and say, “Now
is not the time to climb me,” they respect the message. But some Westerners have
a different perspective. One man, trapped at Camp 1 after the avalanche, with
no way of returning to base camp, wants to keep going, to ascend higher, up to
the peak. He has paid his 40K. He wants to complete his bucket list.
Such is the difference in mindset: a mountain to be
conquered for one’s own personal satisfaction; a mountain to be revered and
respected. At stake of course, is human life. But not only that. It’s human
decency and understanding, respect for the greater good of all who are there.
This becomes evident in Langtang valley, where the three
Israeli men enrage the Nepalis when they disrespect the village that has been
destroyed. This becomes evident in the rescue efforts at Kathmandu, when
American teams arrive, ready to take charge. But it is the Nepalis who know the
land intimately, who must be the ones to lead the rescue.
Who are we when we set out to challenge ourselves and what
happens when we don’t understand or respect the land we’re on? What is the
outcome worth, if it comes at a cost to others?
When an Israeli rescuer arrives in a helicopter at Langtang
valley, he diffuses the situation with a single sentence: “I am here to help
everybody.”
Great blog, Pearl! I have not watched the documentary but 11 months prior to that disastrous earthquake I was in Nepal with my cousin and her three friends, all based in the US. I was supposed to do the EBC trek with two male trekkers in the group. I was too slow mainly due to lack of oxygen so I got dropped out. My cousin, her friend and I enjoyed trekking slowly, taking in the majestic mountains surrounding us. I noticed determined trekkers marching upward and onward to their next stop for the day. One even had his ears plugged to music. I thought that was such a sad thing to do, instead of listening to nature around us. But I guess that was how he got motivation to keep moving forward. My cousin and her friend turned back soon after Namche Bazaar while I trekked up halfway (to Tengboche, 12,687 ft) and turned back to Lukla, the starting point, with a Sherpa. It was an amazing, humbling and totally eye-opening experience.
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