Monday, April 23, 2007
Dear friends of Ecuador and the World.
Greetings from the foot of Annapurna. Unfortunately, I had problems with my
e-mail account last week so it was impossible to send the Status of the
Expedition and the Chronicle which I had written for you. That’s why you get
today what I had prepared for Wednesday 18. I will send a new report tomorrow
to catch up with my reports.
send you my love and affect.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
write to inform you about the development of the expedition and to share a
chronicle that I have titled “An exercise of three verbs”, which I hope you
For now we will rest until Friday 20, because we have a forecast saying that
the weather will not be good until that day. From Saturday we will get to
work again and this time it will be the most delicate and dangerous part, to
search for the path of access to Camp 3. Back from work, God willing, I will
be with you again to tell you how it all went.
long and a big hug.
Sunday, April 15
left as planned on Sunday at ten in the morning.
With the advantage of marching over known ground and using the lines we have
already fixed, it took us three hours to make it to C1 (5,080m). We planted
the tents in the same spot where we made a depot last time. Edurne and Asier
in the first tent, Ferrán and his Arriflex (his video camera) in the other,
Fercho and I in the third.
Monday, April 16
Transporting four hundred of meters of rope, we went looking for the access
path from Camp 1 to Camp 2. We fixed lines in two parts of the trail. We
found a sheltered site around 5,500m and we left a depot with ropes, stakes
for the snow and screws for ice. Edurne, Asier and Ferrán went back to BC.
Fercho and I stayed in C1.
Tuesday, April 17
Fercho and I went down to BC.
EXERCISE OF THREE VERBS
left from C1 at nine in the morning with the objective of finding the access
to what our Camp 2 will be. We crossed a flat of snow which was longer that
it was wide, which crosses all the foot of Annapurna. Ferran films Edurne,
Asier and me, Fercho works as sound technician instead.
carry a roll of rope of 200 meters which weights a lot but it goes nicely in a
backpack. Asier travels light opening the trail in the slope that rises just
after the plateau, with lose snow that gets flattened by Ferch’s boots, which
leave a deep hole. Lose snow, intense heat, heavy backpack, beating heart, a
lot of will, huge enthusiasm. With the repetition of step after step I think
that this thing of climbing mountains is a pretty exercise whose first verb is
to ascend, ascend and only ascend; then step for a while on a certain place,
breath, enjoy, sometimes cry. Then comes the second verb which is to descend,
descend and only descend, which move us to the third verb: to arrive. Arrive
to the place from where you left. But if possible, to arrive being better
than when you left, because that means that you learned something, that you
listened, you felt, you were a pupil and every step you gave to ascend was
definitely used to elevate yourself.
one in the afternoon the cameraman, the sound technician and the stars, diva
included, arrived to a flat sheltered by a serac (a kind of ice tower) and we
put down our loads.
So far we have
conjugated the first verb.
this place we will plant out Camp 2, just at 5,500m of altitude.
What an immense mountain.
Caption: Annapurna from the location of our Camp 1 at
What an immense mountain!
Sitting on our backpacks some drink water, others tea and I drink water with
Isostar (hydrating salt) which according to Fercho, he scornfully calls it
“gut stainer”. But curiously he ask for a little of my “gut stainer” after he
finishes his water and, of course, I explain that part of my duty in this
expedition is to take care of him, his health and his integrity, reason why I
absolutely can’t share even a drop of my lemon Isostar which, according to
him, it is used only to stain my guts.
Edurne opens a pack of Spanish ham for all of us, I take a slice, I delicately
put is on a toast, I take it to my mouth and zassss, I make crush it with my
teeth, and my palate and them thank this taste at 5,500m. While we eat and
drink (in this point I as my readers to please note that when I say “eat and
drink” I don’t mean a roman orgy, or else. No.
is the most frugal “eat and drink” you can imagine: a piece of toast, a slice
of ham and a sip of “gut stainer”, of course). I was saying that while we eat
and drink we celebrate the results of the journey: we found a way of access to
Camp 2 fixing lines where necessary. We transported four hundred meters of
rope, snow stacks, ice screws and Ferran filmed everything along the ascent.
Edurne, Asier and Ferrán turn back to BC. They will now conjugate the second
verb. Fercho and I stay a while longer. Personally, if possible, I prefer to
elongate this time between the first and second verb. It takes so much effort
to ascend and ascend that I find it right to take a time to breath, enjoy, to
be a part of this borrowed universe that when you get to Base Camp… bam, it
Fercho proposes me to climb a little more, with no backpacks of course, to see
how is the route to enter the enormous ice Spur that will be the key passage
of our adventure. We gather ropes and we start to ascend again. I go ahead
enjoying this exercise of discovering, printing my signature with my crampons
over virgin snow, hitting the snow with the piolet and seeing how a deep and
dark hole opens at my feet, I breathe, gather impulse, jump over the crevasse
and continue climbing. It gets cloudy, it gets clear, it gets cloudy again.
We guess that the trail to enter the ice Spur is clear. It will be no more
than 5,680m for today. Now we go for the second verb.
There are not footprints where we descend, is just a thick thing that sticks
to our boots and makes us uncomfortable. Descend, descend, unmarch what we
three and a half in the afternoon we return to Camp 1. I am thirsty but I
don’t wan “gut stainer”. I collect water in my canteen from a little stream
of water falling from a wall near my tent, I add powder milk, two spoonfuls of
Milo, four blocks of sugar and I shake, shake a lot, as if I was a blender. I
open the bottle and I find bubbles bumping into each other, they explode
immediately and they die, other get away, still alive, dancing and jumping
above the chocolate. I take my canteen to my mouth, I start drinking and I
kill all those little bubbles.
Back in C1 from where we left this morning, I am sitting in the door of my
tent looking to long footprints which cut in two the snow slate that was so
pristine before. These footprints that don’t talk but that are witnesses that
this morning I ascended, just ascended, and then as descended, just descended
and now sitting in the door of my tent I have arrived. I hope I arrived being
better than when I left this morning.
Caption: At the foot of the West Wall of
Iván Vallejo Ricaurte
Translated form Spanish by Jorge Rivera
ANNAPURNA EXPEDITION REPORT: Annapurna Base Camp,
Dear friends of Ecuador and the world.
Today, Saturday, April 14, I write this report to
keep you up to date with out expedition.
THURSDAY, APRIL 12
A little after nine in the morning we started the
celebration of our Puja, the Buddhist ceremony where we ask, in this case,
Annapurna, the Goddess of abundance, that she accepts us in her kingdom and
lets us get to its highest point. The ceremony was simple around an altar that
had been prepared the day before by Santa, the expedition cook, Ringi, his aid
and the two Sherpas that come with us: Lakpa and Nurbu.
Since this place doesn’t have a monk or a Buddhist
novice, there were no proper psalmodies or mantras for this celebration, which
was limited to the blessing of the food and the materials we will use while
climbing, then the personal prayers that were followed by the act of throwing
raw rice grains to the air, asking for benevolence to the Goddess Annapurna.
We concluded the ceremony with a toast, mutually wishing ourselves good luck.
After the Puja we took very light backpacks and we went out to recognize the
road that enters the north glacier of Annapurna.
We were back at BC at three thirty in the
FRIDAY, APRIL 13
Day was used to recognize the road that goes from
the beginning of the north glacier to the location of Camp 1.
At nine in the afternoon, Edurne, Asier, Fercho,
Lakpa, Sete and I left BC, as the climbing team, and we had the company of
Ferrán Latorre (camera) and Ringi (his aid) as the filming team for the Al
Filo de lo Imposible show for Televisión Espańola. Ferrán made plans up to
the entrance to the glacier and from there we continued with the job of
locating the route of access to where our Camp 1 will be.
To avoid an ice corridor, which looked more
logical and fast to get on top of the glacier, we ascended by a wide rock
spur, so we left that other way that looks more to be a natural bed for any
avalanche that comes from the top part of the icefall.
Asier and I patiently fixed a line on the more
difficult parts of the rock, Edurne and Fercho came behind fixing the safety
pins and correct the distance of rope that we have installed.
After the delicate part of the rocky spur, there
are some snowy parts with a good slope that present no complication, we climb
there carrying on our backs all the equipment we will leave in the location of
C1: tents, ropes, stoves, gas, etc.
At 13h56 I finish one of the pronounced slopes of
snow that end to a rocky flat, from there I can finally see the North Face of
Annapurna with all its magnitude and beauty. I freeze, leaning on my two ski
canes, with my head high, looking at the route we will follow to the summit.
Later we all gather, we hug and we celebrate how well the journey went.
Between Sherpas and westerners we share the food we have brought here: pop
corn, oranges, bread, cookies, chocolates. We leave all the material we have
carried in a safe place, which will be used on the next trip to install Camp
The altimeter reads 5,080m and I think of how low
we are, we still have three thousand meters to get to the summit.
We are back to BC at four thirty in the afternoon.
SATURDAY, APRIL 14
Day of rest, to take a shower, have abundant
breakfast and a long talk over the table afterwards. Around noon Ferrán
decides to teach Asier and me how to play golf, with a swing and everything.
I must confess that I enjoyed the first class a lot: how to hold the stick,
how to move the wrist, how to let go with the inertia of the movement and to
always remember that the philosophy of golf is to approach first and score
I finish my report sharing the comment that Ferrán,
my golf instructor in Annapurna, has made with relation to my first class:
There a future for me.
Not bad, ha?
Tomorrow, Sunday, we leave to spend the night on
We will fix a line on Monday and we will search
for an access route to where our Camp 2 will be, we will return to C1 again to
sleep a night at that altitude. We will go down to rest in BC on Tuesday
A hug from Base Camp in Annapurna. Until next
Iván Vallejo Ricaurte
Translated from Spanish by Jorge Rivera
Earlier: Dear friends of Ecuador and the World:
A warm hug from our Base Camp, at the foot of
Annapurna, at 4,250m of altitude.
Today, Tuesday, we have flown by helicopter
directly from Katmandu to this place. In just an hour we have abbreviated the
seven days of approach trek that, even if it is one of the most beautiful
trails of the Himalayas, the main objective is to reach, God willing, the
summit of Annapurna, so we have left it for the return. On the personal side,
whenever possible, I prefer the approach trek to a chopper flight and to get
to the foot of the mountain as soon as possible to start with the objective.
If a sports analogy can be made, an approach trek would be like going by foot
to the stadium track where the competition would take place; or as if the
national soccer team would march from the concentration place to the game
field. I don’t want to say that it is bad to walk. No, absolutely, but the
main objective is competition, the soccer match, or in our case, climbing the
The flight was beautiful. Traveling through Nepal
and admire it from the air is always a bliss of beauty and grandiosity. Just
after takeoff from Katmandu I saw the shadow of the helicopter that licks,
jumps and caresses this tapestry of terraces and the green of the rice fields
that are on both sides of the Bagmati River; then, the wave of deep canyons,
tight one after another with abundant curls of pines and rhododendrons; then,
above all, the great Himalayas. The helicopter, facing those immense walls of
granite and ice, is just a pinhead. Through the window, one by one we all get
surprised by this architecture; the Machapuchare shows up, 7,000m of altitude,
perfectly sculpted in rock, seeming like an immense tail of a fish which is
precisely what Machapuchare means. Macha: fish, Puchare: tail. On these
abrupt walls the snow of the glaciers hangs precariously and from there a lot
of waterfalls commit suicide by dropping to the void. Death can also wait.
With a new twist of the immense bladed bug, which
carries on the air around a thousand kilos of weight, we enter the west wall
of Annapurna, a huge and enormous wall, almost five thousand meters of
altitude difference from the foot of the slope at 3,600 m, up to 8,091m on the
What a beautiful mountain. What a big mountain. Then we cross a very narrow gorge that, as a kind of gate, takes us
to a clear of rocks and snow where the chopper smoothly lands. We land at
In the middle of the roar of the turbines and the
wind whirls we unload the packages one by one, the wind hits us on the face
and the cold bites our hands. The helicopter belly is empty now, Yostakov,
the pilot, lifts his thumb and flies again on the air.
We have reached the foot of Annapurna.
Iván Vallejo Ricaurte EXPEDITIONEER
Translated from Spanish by Jorge Rivera
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