Over the weekend, I had organised a good friend’s birthday celebration. Her birthday is significant to her and her two boys because it is also her hubby’s (her boys’ daddy) death anniversary. Death is always hated by the living. I dislike death, though I know no one is immune to death. I am especially sad to know that people die while doing what they enjoyed most. Perhaps I should see it positively that it is so much happier to die while enjoying than to die of suffering or of illness. But ultimately, death is still an end to a living, a pain for the living. The celebration weekend ended with a tragic news. An avalanche had hit Camp 3 of Manaslu, killing 9 climbers, and several are still missing at this time that I am writing.
To the climbers who perished, Rest In Peace. There is still some hope that those missing ones can be found and be rescued. That’s if the weather permits, and making rescue at 7300m is no easy task. It is risky for the rescuers too. Just hope that the snow and ice can be stabilized,
Manaslu (also known as Kutang) is the eighth highest mountain in the world, and is located in the Mansiri Himal, part of the Nepalese Himalayas, in the west-central part of Nepal. Its name, which means “Mountain of the Spirit”, comes from the Sanskrit word Manasa, meaning “intellect” or “soul”. Manaslu was first climbed on May 9, 1956 by Toshio Imanishi and Gyalzen Norbu, members of a Japanese expedition. It is said that “just as the British consider Mt Everest their mountain, Manaslu has always been a Japanese mountain
Manaslu at 8,156 metres (26,759 ft) above sea level (m.s.l) is the highest peak in the Lamjung District and is located about forty miles east of Annapurna. The mountain’s long ridges and valley glaciers offer feasible approaches from all directions, and culminate in a peak that towers steeply above its surrounding landscape, and is a dominant feature when viewed from afar.