PELLING ZERØ

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June 2011, a bit before midnight, its raining like crazy here. I am in Pelling, a little village in the Est of the Himalayan range, at the bottom of the Kanchenjunga, the 3rd highest mountain in the world. Continuer la lecture de PELLING ZERØ

HIMALAYAN PORTER

Already high in the middle of the himalaya while trekking around the Annapurna's peaks. On the road, sometimes while climbing a steep slope, a flip flop is laying on the flor. Single, durty and old, it was abandonne here long time ago by who knows who. Few days latter the answer to the question went obvious. We came across a groupe of  porter. Climbing slope at their own rate. For them to stop is unthinkable. They do rest time by time on the border of the road but only when the design of the road permit it. There is not way to stop in a narrow path of the muddy trail you came across most of the time, especialy when there is stairs. Looking at there feet I realise they were the one wearing plastic shoes and flip flop where most of the trekker used to wear montaing shoes, hight and solid. Suddenly a vision came to me. The struggle of a porter carrying his 100 of kilos of unnessesary things tourist may need at the top, struggleling with the steep slope and the stair and loosing one shoes in the mudd, comdamne to keep going with a bare foot. He never went back to take it. Own courageous a person must be to do that. Since that day I never look at a porter the same way
This picture was taken somewhere, deep in Nepal, already high in the middle of the Himalaya while trekking around the Annapurna’s peaks! Few time during the trek I spot flip-flops laying down, dead, on the ground ! Single, dirty and old, it was abandoned here, on a sleep slop, long time ago, by who knows who. Few days latter the answer to the question went obvious. We came across a group of porter. They were climbing slope at their own rate. For them to stop is unthinkable. They do rest, time by time on the border of the road but only when the design of the road permit it. There is not way to stop in a narrow path of the muddy trail you came across most of the time in the Himalaya, especially when there is stairs. Looking at their feet I realize they were the one wearing plastic shoes and flip flop when most of the time, trekkers used to wear mountain shoes, high and solid. Suddenly a vision came to me. The struggle of a porter carrying his 100 of kilos of unnecessary things tourist may need at the top, struggling with the steep slopes and the stairs, loosing one shoes in the mud, condemned to keep going with a bare foot. He never went back to take it. How courageous a person must be to do that. Since that day I never look at a porter the same way.

JAMIA MASJID

Kashmir, Indian himalaya, one morning eagles are turning high in the sky over the Jamia Masjid mosque of Srinagar. The city is tense. The day before the police (mostly hindu) arrest 2 muslim leader in town. Undreds of Muslims are protesting in front of the mosque. I am visiting the city inside a rickshaw. The plan is to visit the mosque itself. We arrive at the front, crowded. But something happen. Still in the rickshaw I can see the mass of people suddently moving backward behind the corner of the mosque only to come back running pavement in the hand. Big squared stones are flying. The crowd is throwing rocks in one direction and as I cannot see from my position I put my head outside of the  3 wheeled car. On the other side, in forming a line, policemen are moving forward. Helmets, wooden sticks and wooden shelds in harms. There is gonna be a terrible confrontation between the two parties. A stone fly just over our heads, my driver freak out and in a minute the rickshaw is driving like crazy to put us out of this wasp nest. We decide to go around the mosque and take a different view. There is a river and few bridges, we climb in one of them only to discover undreds of eagle are also from the party. Crazy day
Kashmir, Indian Himalaya, this morning eagles are turning high in the sky over the Jamia Masjid mosque of Srinagar. On the background the fort can be seen. The city is tense. The day before, the police (mostly Hindus) arrested 2 Muslim leaders in town. Hundreds of Muslims are protesting in front of the mosque. Meanwhile I am visiting the city inside a rickshaw. The plan is to go inside the mosque itself. We arrive at the front, crowded. But something happen. Still in the rickshaw I can see the mass of people suddenly moving backward behind the corner of the mosque, only to come back running, pavement in hands. Big squared stones are flying. The crowd is throwing rocks in one direction and as I cannot see from my position I put my head outside of the 3 wheeled car. On the other side, in forming line, policemen are moving forward. Helmets, wooden sticks and wooden shields in harms. There will be for sure a terrible confrontation between the two parties. A stone flies just over our heads, my driver freaks out and in a minute the rickshaw is driving like crazy to put us out of this wasp nest. We decide to go around the mosque and take a different view. There is a river and few bridges, we climb in one of them only to discover that hundreds of eagles are also from the party. Crazy day