#头条创作挑战赛 #
It is a real surprise that the rescuers of Everest were not thanked, but questioned, and some people even pointed out that Sherpas do not charge to make people realize that the two climbers are making money for themselves, and the $10,000 seems to be their extra charge.
What are the specific facts? I think everyone has their own opinions on good, bad, right and wrong, I will only talk about my own personal experience, you may know after listening to it, some of the statements in this world are too absurd, absurd to make people laugh and feel redundant.
Don't Sherpas charge?
On my second return home after 44 days in Nepal, I encountered a mudslide, a long road construction project in Nepal, and if the road ahead collapses, it means that the journey may be delayed by many days.
That was before Kathmandu was damaged by the earthquake, when the port was still in Zhangmu, and the reason why these two points were specifically mentioned was to illustrate how Nepalese were commercialized in Nepal at that time, when it was not completely immersed in tourism, and when many people did not visit tour groups for a while.
(The pictures in this article are all from the Internet)
I don't know if Sherpas charge a fee, but the university student I met, a student who happened to travel with him on the way home, was full of business acumen and shrewd, and although he did not represent Nepalese, he was also a microcosm of Nepalese locals.
After many days in Tamil, I finally got on the bus back to Zhangmu, when the bus back home was before dawn, and there was only one trip a day.
I thought it was the end of my journey, but I didn't expect it to be an unexpected beginning. Halfway through the car, the driver in the car let us get out of the car, making the excuse that the road ahead had collapsed again, coaxing us to arrive ahead.
How far was it from the country at that time? Later, the group hiked the mountain for 5-6 hours, and then went down the mountain to catch a car before the port closed.
The departure time was in the early hours of the morning, before dawn.
The road from Kathmandu to Zhangmu was not in good condition, but it didn't take ten hours, so you can imagine how much I walked that day.
Interestingly, it was a Chinese driver who drove back and showed no mercy for his compatriots, which is why I later traveled abroad and no longer trusted my countrymen. Sometimes trust has nothing to do with nationality, and travelers have learned more and more precautions through repeated losses.
After being unloaded by the driver, the group walked on the road, like a family traveling far away. There were also locals, whose hometowns had been destroyed by mudslides, so we followed in their footsteps and trekked on unfamiliar mountain roads.
That college student came out of nowhere, maybe he's been staring at us for a long time, I don't know. He ran up to us and asked if we needed a porter, introduced himself and said that he was attending school in Kathmandu and that he could help us carry our luggage because the road ahead was difficult.
Beneath the mud may be the body of the deceased, and the mud is all the memory of that day.
Several people were kicked out of the car, all of whom were unsurprisingly Chinese. We used a college student as a porter, and at the same time there was an older man who came to work, and the college student said it was his uncle.
The two people have obvious differences in personality, the uncle is silent, the nephew talks a lot, because the road is really long, the companions who travel together can't bear it, so they give each other a lot of chocolates and snacks.
Those things that were given for free were worth more than a third of the travel expenses, which was the grumbling of the little friends later when they were angry. As for why he is uneven, it is because after arriving at the foot of the mountain, this college student, let us give more money, the price originally said is not a word, but the college student is very smart, he knows reason, and tries to impress us with emotions.
While talking about his own difficulties, he hinted at our wealth, thinking that people who travel are rich people, and they work very hard for a while, but they can only earn one-time money, which should be nothing to us, but it means a lot to them.
Clearly saying a good price, promises are treated as nothing, a college student abandons his agreement, and then re-bids after the fact, although he is not very bad, but this behavior is tantamount to treachery.
The reason why he was chosen was nothing more than that the student was at least honest, but it was a pity that this student was superior to many vendors on the streets of Tamil.
A college student knows the impact of tourism on him, not to mention the professional porters of Sherpas who live at the foot of Mount Everest.
The place you haven't been to is called far away, but when you go to you, you find that there is no shortage of five flavors in the world, the distance is not a paradise, and others are not your paradise.
The encounters on the journey were one session after another, and they could not be seen again, just like those companions who had been abandoned at the same time, we never met each other again, just like the college student who accompanied us all the way, and I don't know what happened to him.
It is this unrefillable fate that makes people sometimes free, but some of the moments mentioned by the memories are still unforgettable.
Before hiking, we met the local checkpoint halfway, and the inspection staff wore official uniforms, so that in a formal occasion, there should never be anything excessive, but sometimes imagination is different from reality.
Those people opened our backpacks and saw that something fun had been held in their hands, and the meaning was self-explanatory, and what they liked was also ours.
If you encounter a travel agency tour guide who does not like to be eventful, it will definitely call on group tourists to stuff cash in their passports when crossing the customs, but sometimes stubbornness meets stubbornness, and others can't do anything.
The sunset that day was extraordinarily beautiful, and the moment we trotted to the port and crossed the Friendship Bridge, we knew that we had really come home.