A mountaineer’s true account of survival
It is a close encounter not only with nature but with the God of nature Himself.
Elwin Deo Arroyo
The hut we’re in shook violently as the howling wind blew hard against it. Although the creaking noise was very annoying, I fell deaf to it. I could do nothing more but slump my body on the floor in utter tiredness. The coldness of the dark night could render anyone helpless in its temptation to deep slumber. Even as I closed my eyes to float away into oblivion, sights and picture of the day’s experience still overwhelmed my thoughts.
As I looked blankly at the flickering flame of the kerosene lamp struggling to stay alit against the tease of the wind, I reflected on how my companions, Allan, a fellow student and Jonas, a professional, and I fought hard to stay alive. The three of us have found shelter at a shanty owned by a widow and her children who warmly welcomed us when we pleaded for help early afternoon.
