I Respect Everest Very Much.

Big Mountains Are A Completely Different World: Snow, Ice, Rocks, Sky, And Thin Air. You Cannot Conquer Them, Only Rise To Their Height For A Short Time; And For That They Demand A Great Deal. The Struggle Is Not With The Enemy, Or A Competitor Like In Sports, But With Yourself, With The Feelings Of Weakness And Inadequacy. That Struggle Appeals To Me. It Is Why I Became A Mountaineer.

I Travel To Jakarta, I See What An Important Country It Is. I've Been Working With Them For A Year.

Mountains Have The Power To Call Us Into Their Realms And There, Left Forever, Are Our Friends Whose Great Souls Were Longing For The Heights. Do Not Forget The Mountaineers Who Have Not Returned From The Summits.

How Could The Adventure Seeker Of Today Find Satisfaction With The Level Of Performance That Was A Standard Set More Than 40 Years Ago ?

I Think That People Ran Out Of Oxygen And Don't Really Know What Happened Up There, Maybe Some Of Them Just Made Things Up Because They Weren't Sure What Had Happened.