While there
are those of us who love to ride up mountains, there are the real climbers:
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| The village of Carrapateira, along the Rota Vicentina. |
Just recently, Roz and I happened to find our way back in Lagos. This
time I wasn't riding a bike, and I
wasn't lost, frustratingly mulling over my map to find the right road-link out
of the city. We were instead returning from an extended walk through Portugal's
Algarve and Alentejo regions along the Rota Vicentina, a
shorter version of Spain's Santiago de Compostala, a trek
that is gradually gaining in popularity,
particularly amongst Dutch and German backpackers.
The evening before catching a bus back to Lisbon, we ate outdoors at one
of the hundreds of available cafe-restaurants
along the city's tourist-driven ruas and squares. Sitting at a table next to us
was a young German couple from Munich. Their names were Isabelle and Stefan,
and thanks to their impeccable English, we soon learned that they were here for
a short visit before returning back to work and the other normalities of life.
Despite the age difference, they were more than happy to engage in some jovial
banter over the next two hours.
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| Trail marker along the coastal route. |
Stefan regaled us with some of his experiences on his four-month 'Rites
Of Passage' tour of south-eastern Australia as a 20 year old. Keen to return one day, he related many vivid
memories of places he visited that even we,
as Australians, knew little about.
Lovers of anything outdoors, they were both avid cyclists and rock-climbers, who often travelled from
their home in Munich to scale small mountains in the German Alps. One of the numerous
topics of conversation that came up about mountains in the European Alps was
the tragic story of Bavarian climber Toni Kurz and his three compatriots who
perished on the north face of
Switzerland's Eiger.
Also known as 'The White Spider', due to
the snow-filled 'spider legs' that radiate from an ice-field on a portion of the mountain’s upper face, the Eiger drew not only climbers but
tourists who rather ironically, could view the torturous struggles of young men
from the comfort of a restaurant or watching platform.
Already a memorial for young mountaineers as recently as the year
before, Kurz and his team of three climbers, fellow Bavarian Andreas
Hinterstoisser and Austrians Willy Angerer and Edi Rainer, began their ascent
in late July 1936 in what was at best, unreliable conditions. Bombarded by bad
weather and rainfall as early as the second day, the conditions, along with a shoulder injury to one of the climbers,
Angerer, forced them to backtrack down the mountain.
In a deadly combination of fate and human error, the party were prevented from descending any further along the route they'd climbed. A normally impassable section of icy rock-face that was successfully traversed on the ascent - only due to the ingenuity of Hinterstoisser, in what became as the 'Hinterstoisser Traverse' - proved impossible on the way down. Ironically, had the rope been left attached after the climbers' earlier ascent, it would have provided their lifeline to the bottom of the mountain.
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| Toni Kurz |
With little option but to abseil down the mountain's vertical face, Kurz and his ill-fated team were caught in
an avalanche. The unclipped Hinterstoisser, who had just set up the last stage
of the descent, immediately fell to his death, his body found at the bottom of
the mountain days later.
Kurz, the only remaining survivor from the avalanche, hung from his
rope, while his remaining comrades, dangled
limply on the same line. Later that day, a Swiss team from Eigerwand
railway station, attempted to rescue the exhausted and close-to-freezing
climber but the threat of further snowstorms forced them to abandon any attempt
until the next day.
Returning early the following
morning, the Swiss guides arrived to find Kurz barely alive, but alive he
was in the still avalanche-prone conditions. Voices in an English fog, they
were close enough to communicate with the determined Bavarian, who despite a frozen arm and hand, had managed to cut
himself free from the other two climbers and haul himself up the mountain face
as far as an unclimbable overhang. Tying two ropes together, his ‘rescuers’
were able to attach a line long enough to reach the stricken climber who tried
in vain to abseil towards them. Only metres below, they were now so close that
one of them, standing on another’s shoulders, could touch the climber’s
crampons with his ice-axe, yet tragically no further.
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| Photograph of the recovery of Hurz' body. |
As if nature and mankind’s progress were conspiring against those who
dare to push the limits too far, the luckless Kurz was unable to pass the
knotted piece of rope through his carabiner. Trying in vain until he could try
no more, with his rescuers still only metres away, he ultimately resigned
himself to his fate, uttering the words “Ich kann nicht mehr” (“ I can’t (go
on) anymore”).
Still hanging, his body was later recovered by a German team. I first
learned of Kurz story from a fellow cyclist, while riding in Austria.
Heartbreaking, depressing but inspiring at the same, it has fascinated me ever
since. I sometimes think of his story while climbing my own mountains,
physically and metaphorically. What does it mean to me? Simple, life is a gift
and never give up’.
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