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Here is Ez, bunkering down in a wooden hut at the base of Mount Everest. He's decided to bite the bullet, throw caution to the wind and exercise his new found enthusiasm for climbing and follow in the footsteps of Hillary, only this time sans Sherpas!

In a somewhat amusing anecdote, Ezra actually confused the notion of a Sherpa with sherbet, and actually ate a half dozen when he arrived in Nepal.

We laughed like drains.

Of course, we upset the locals and quickly had to leave the country.

Everest will have to wait.

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Roddy said…
Obviously you made Nepal in the summer as I notice greenery through the crack in the hut. I wish the new conqueror of the mountain all the best of luck.
3 August 2009 at 21:20
yamini said…
V.V.V.V nice picture Kris.

I am sorry to hear about the aborted attempt at scaling Everest.
Nevertheless, Ez will surely climb up the summit one day.

All we would then want is a photograph of Ez standing at the peak.
3 August 2009 at 21:27
tony said…
come and collect an award on my blog!
4 August 2009 at 04:42
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, Ezra takes the sunshine with him in his smile...

[That kind of wordsmithing is how you pick up the chicks.]
4 August 2009 at 08:43
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I do have a few of him standing.
4 August 2009 at 08:44
Kris McCracken said…
Tony, well I never!

Is there a big cash prize?

A fancy ceremony?

Are you covering airfares?

;)
4 August 2009 at 08:45
Roddy said…
I thought Henry was to be the chick magnet. Ezra the debonair sophisticate. Heaven help any women that come within cooee of either.
4 August 2009 at 15:57
Priyanka Khot said…
You all went to Everest without stopping in Delhi!

I am not too happy with that...

Hope that Ez one day does climb the peak (if he wants to that is) so that i can boast about knowing the Aussie lad who climbed Everest!
4 August 2009 at 22:06
Roddy said…
I do realise that the sun rises and sets on my grandchildren every day. Extolling their virtues is my one pleasure in life. Don't worry, I also put in a good word for my children.
5 August 2009 at 05:03
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, you make them sound like the British Empire.
5 August 2009 at 10:02
Roddy said…
Australasia, thank you!
5 August 2009 at 21:38
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