They TOTALLY beat Abhi to it…

everest.jpg Two Nepalese lowebirds who had participated in the Rotary Centennial Everest Expedition this week got married atop Everest; yes, it’s a first. Sadly for you, Abhi was not around HQ for comment.

Other climbers were understandably floored by the event…or ceiling-ed, rather, at the simple, ten-minute ceremony.

They briefly took off their oxygen masks and put on plastic garlands, while the groom symbolically applied red powder on the bride’s forehead.

They kept it on the downlow:

Mr Dorjee said other couples had wanted to do the same in the past, but none had managed because they could not get up on top of the peak together.
Fearing the same possibility, they had kept their own plan secret.

Did you catch that? Before this couple, no one else had been able to use the world’s most exclusive location for their nuptials because apparently, they couldn’t get to the top of Everest at the same time as their intended. What did they do, ditch their slow beloveds in the snow? Stay with them and nurse resentment? Rethink the viability of marrying them on the long way down? I ask too many questions?

So, there’s more to this union than a unique location; Moni Mule Pati and Pem Dorjee Sherpa’s bond is extra special because it crosses caste and ethnic boundaries. In a statement regarding this aspect of his marriage, the groom, in an understated, black, backwards-facing baseball cap wisely quoted Depeche Mode:

“If some people are loving each other they have to get married,” Pem Dorjee told the BBC. “That’s why we want to give all Nepali people [the message] that people are people so there’s no problem about caste.”

Indeed. It’s been quite a week for Everest, besides this marriage made and/or “solemnised” in heaven, two Iranian women became the first Muslim females to make it to the top. No word on whether they left slow fiances in their dust. Snow. Whatever.

5 thoughts on “They TOTALLY beat Abhi to it…

  1. This reminds me of a good story. After completing a 16 hour climb to the summit of Mt. Whitney and back I arrived, a shell of a man, back to camp. As I was breaking down my gear, a woman approached, obviously waiting to move in to my campsite.

    “Did you make the peak in a day?”

    “Yes,” I answered

    “You know, I got married up there years ago.”

    Dumbfounded I could think of only one thing to ask. “How many guests showed up?”

    “Three…and they were all very pissed.”

  2. What is just as commendable is the “ten-minute” ceremony. I’ve been trying to explain to my marriage-is-just-a-business-contract Ocker (Aussie) friends that my 1.5 day wedding was a condensed version.

    Here’s to more 10-minute weddings, at the Everest or anywhere else

  3. I’m trying to figure out what she’s doing with her hands in the pic:

    “B!tch, if you come near my man, I’ll claw out your eyes with my bare hands…WITH MY BARE HANDS! And I’ll smile while I do it.”

  4. I’m trying to figure out what she’s doing with her hands in the pic…

    Or maybe her brain cells are just thawing and she is probably going, “The air was really thin up there and I was feeling all light-headed….whats with this garland around my neck…who is this guy next to me…did we just get married….what the #%$& !?”