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To my dear friend Mario Merelli
A lot of heartfelt solidarity in the Valley
Thinking about the mountains
My experience at the first race organised by the Juan XXIII Foundation
Congratulations to you and all your team Gerlinde!
GORE WELCOME EDURNE PASABAN ON BOARD
I already have projects for next year
We are coming home this Friday
48 hours of uncertainty, toil and fear
Edurne Pasaban takes part in the rescue of Spanish mountaineers on Lhotse
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January 2012
To my dear friend Mario Merelli
A lot of heartfelt solidarity in the Valley
December 2011
Thinking about the mountains
October 2011
My experience at the first race organised by the Juan XXIII Foundation
August 2011
Congratulations to you and all your team Gerlinde!
July 2011
GORE WELCOME EDURNE PASABAN ON BOARD
June 2011
I already have projects for next year
May 2011
We are coming home this Friday
48 hours of uncertainty, toil and fear
Edurne Pasaban takes part in the rescue of Spanish mountaineers on Lhotse
We are in the Base Camp
Camp 2
The wind has forced us to head back to camp 2
At 22:00 they will set off for the summit!
They are now at camp 3, and waiting on the snow that is forecast
They reached camp 2 in only six and a half hours
We are setting off for the summit
Waiting for the wind to die down at the summit
We have returned, but we are very tired and are going to rest.
First contact with camp IV
A tense calm, as we wait on the weather
A nice bit of cod before returning to camp three
Washing and an agreeable aperitif at base camp
There is nothing like breakfast at base camp.
Everything is going well at camp 3
April 2011
We are heading for camp two in order to prepare camp three
It was a pleasure to meet Loretan
Visiting base camp on Pumori
Snow is preventing us from heading up to camp number two
Thinking about camp number 2
Ham and eggs after being out in the cold
We have successfully negotiated the frozen waterfall
Tomorrow we will spend the night at camp number one
I have cried with happiness
We will soon start climbing
First day in the Base Camp
At Base Camp al Last!
From Lobuche
We have paid a visit to the Lama in Panboche
We have seen Everest from Tengboche
I can get a signal in the Khumbu valley
We are setting off for Everest
Everything in Kathmandu is ready to set off and start trekking.
March 2011
The cargo is now in Sondika
Preparing the barrels
On tour before climbing Everest
February 2011
Nervous to 39 days before the expedition
Thanks for supporting me
December 2010
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
In collaboration with Kukuxumusu, we present the official T-shirt for the 14 eight-thousanders
19/01/2012
To my dear friend Mario Merelli
I’m on the way to Washington from New York by train. You may be wondering what I’m doing over here? Edurne in the big cities? Well, I’m over in the big cities seeking opportunities which will enable me to go where I most like to be, where I feel most at ease, where I feel that my life belongs: the mountains. But that’s not why I am writing. I’m writing because life, on the other side of the world and far from the people that I love and who love me, has just dealt me a cruel blow.
I’ve just received a phone call from Silvio Mondinelli. Unfortunately he wasn’t calling to tell me about his latest mountaineering project. He was calling to give me some bad news, some very bad news: “Mario Merelli has gone.” That’s what he said.
What? “Mario has been involved in a mountaineering accident today and he is no longer with us” he replied. I was unable to speak for a few seconds. My mouth was dry and my heart began to pound. I couldn’t believe it. Not another friend, please. No, no, no….
I met Mario in the year 2000. We went to the North of Everest together and we climbed Everest together in 2001. We also went to Dhaulagiri in 2001 and mourned the death of our companion Pepe Garcés on that expedition. We went back to the Himalayas the following year to climb Makalu, and went on various other expeditions together…
Alter each expedition Mario would go back to Italy, to Lizzola, to his hotel in the mountains and I would come back to my home until the next expedition. Each of us would lead our own lives, sending each other the odd email between expeditions or the odd phone message to talk about things or simply to let the other know that we were OK. That was until today. There won’t be any more messages from Mario. I received his last one on the 23rd of December, wishing me a Merry Christmas and sending me a hug. It’s strange because I know that I will still expect a message from him from time to time, a few words, because you never really think that such people have really gone. You don’t want them to stop being a part of your life, those friends who are far away but at the same time feel close.
Mario, thanks for being my friend, my confessor on many occasions. Thanks for being such a great person, for loving your friends and for showing it. Thanks for being my team-mate and thanks for every minute that we have spent together where we have been so happy – in the mountains, in the Himalayas. I’ll miss you.
I’ve just received a phone call from Silvio Mondinelli. Unfortunately he wasn’t calling to tell me about his latest mountaineering project. He was calling to give me some bad news, some very bad news: “Mario Merelli has gone.” That’s what he said.
What? “Mario has been involved in a mountaineering accident today and he is no longer with us” he replied. I was unable to speak for a few seconds. My mouth was dry and my heart began to pound. I couldn’t believe it. Not another friend, please. No, no, no….
I met Mario in the year 2000. We went to the North of Everest together and we climbed Everest together in 2001. We also went to Dhaulagiri in 2001 and mourned the death of our companion Pepe Garcés on that expedition. We went back to the Himalayas the following year to climb Makalu, and went on various other expeditions together…
Alter each expedition Mario would go back to Italy, to Lizzola, to his hotel in the mountains and I would come back to my home until the next expedition. Each of us would lead our own lives, sending each other the odd email between expeditions or the odd phone message to talk about things or simply to let the other know that we were OK. That was until today. There won’t be any more messages from Mario. I received his last one on the 23rd of December, wishing me a Merry Christmas and sending me a hug. It’s strange because I know that I will still expect a message from him from time to time, a few words, because you never really think that such people have really gone. You don’t want them to stop being a part of your life, those friends who are far away but at the same time feel close.
Mario, thanks for being my friend, my confessor on many occasions. Thanks for being such a great person, for loving your friends and for showing it. Thanks for being my team-mate and thanks for every minute that we have spent together where we have been so happy – in the mountains, in the Himalayas. I’ll miss you.
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