Lhasa! You’ll be missed dearly.
RIP.
PS: I know that Gorida’s blog is all about travelling, mountaineering, photos and adventures, but today it is about a great loss to music, to nomadic ears, to wandering nomads … I’m deeply saddened by her passing. Her music was love at first sight for me.
It has been ages ago since I posted a song for your nomadic ear. Chris Rea is coming to Prague in February next year, so Goran and I talked about him last night. Here is one of his best songs ever:
On the restless road to nowhere
Theres no certain peace it seems
Desire to keep on moving
Till the river of dreams
Is it just because someone told you
Is it just because you found
Old freedom feels uneasy when duty is around
When allegiance asks the questions
Old freedom twists and turns
And chokes on codes of honour
On the sword of no return
And its the curse of the traveller
The curse of the traveller
Got a hold of me
And it wont let you be
And in sleepless nights
Youll call her name
And feel loneliness cold to the bone
And when the daylight breaks
This old tired heart aches
To be such a long way, such a long way from home
And you long for the harbourlights
But youll never be free
Of the craving for refuge
And the call of the sea
Always wanting to sell up
But always needing to buy
So till the road leads to somewhere
And that river runs dry
Its the curse of the traveller
Aint gonna let you be
The curse of the traveller
And it sure got a hold of me
PS: Thank you G.
Azazel is the story of four french alpine guides who did the first ascent of a new route on the Trango Pulpit in Pakistan. Taking it not seriously, they spent twenty days climbing vertical big wall before reaching 6050 m summit. One of them used wingsuit and jumped all way down on day sixteen leaving rest of them behind and with 300 kilograms of equipemnt to carry down. Great story of friendship.
for your nomadic ear: Inka Mbing - Call of the Mountain
ps Inka Mbing is from Taiwan’s Tayal ethnic group, one of the major aboriginal tribes. I am looking forward to see her at Riddu Riddu festival.
PS: Great video from Tynan and Todd showing how to pack ultralight with Deuter Futura 28.
for your nomadic ear: Corrine B. Rae : Put Your Records On
Mountains are not stadiums where I satisfy my ambitions to achieve. They are cathedrals, grand and pure, the houses of my religion. I approach them as any human goes to worship. On their altars I strive to perfect myself physically and spiritually. In their presence I attempt to understand my life, to exorcise vanity, greed, and fear. From the vantage of their lofty summits, I view my past, dream of the future, and with unusual acuteness I experience the present moment. That struggle renews my strength and clears my vision. In the mountains I celebrate creation, for on each journey I am reborn.
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