Atlantica - 01.06.2002, Síða 41

Atlantica - 01.06.2002, Síða 41
There are no more mountains left to climb for outdoor adventurer Haraldur Örn Ólafsson. On 16 May, the 30-year-old lawyer scaled Mt. Everest, becoming the youngest, and the fastest, human being to trek across both the North Pole and South Pole, and climb the Seven Summits – the highest mountains on each of the seven continents. Many climbers have set out on such an excursion, all but four have failed. So how does the record-setting mountaineer feel about joining this exclusive club that now totals only five climbers? “It’s still difficult to understand that it’s over,” he says from inside Hús Málarans, one of Reykjavík’s many minimalist cafes. “I’ve been so tired it’s hard to know what I’ve accomplished.” As trite as it sounds, every journey begins with that first step. Haraldur Örn embarked on his journey over four years ago when he, along with his father Ólafur Örn Haraldsson, and his good friend Ingthór Bjarnason, began skiing from Patriot Hills, located at the edge of the Ronne ice shelf, towards the South Pole. Standing between them and their goal was 1,100 km of frozen nothingness. The trio reached the bottom of the Earth on New Year’s Day, 1998. Back then, Haraldur Örn stirred about fol- lowing up this ice adventure with a trip to the North Pole. After all, the magnetic pull of the north is strong for a polar explorer – it’s the natural next step. So two and a half years later, following a hazardous two-month trek that saw his polar sidekick Ingthór airlifted off the ice after only 17 days due to severe frostbite, Haraldur Örn found himself alone at the North Pole. “When I reached the pole, I got a strange feeling,” he recounted, after returning to Iceland with a hero’s welcome that includ- ed kudos from both Iceland’s prime minis- ter and president. “I realised that this was the end. I didn’t have to walk anymore.” But it was only the beginning. Haraldur Örn is a man with a bit of a wild side. He enjoys stripping away the excess baggage that we all collect and shedding the mod- ern comforts of home for the natural sounds of the frontier. So settling back down in the hypermodern city of Reykjavík no doubt left Haraldur Örn feel- ing a bit restless. In other words, he got the itch, and began imagining the views from Denali (Mt. McKinley), Elbrus, Kilimanjaro, Kosciusko, Mt. Vinson, Aconcagua and Mt. Everest: the Seven Summits, the mountaineering grand slam. “I’ve always been a climber, so the high- est point on each continent is an interest- ing concept,” he said, before setting off on his world-wide climb. With an urge to “climb high” and com- mune with nature, Haraldur Örn began his quest for the Seven Summits just one year and 11 days after standing on the North Pole. His first stop: Denali, North America’s highest peak. His last stop: Mt. Everest, the apex of all mountains, rising 8,848 m into thin air. Edward Weinman: How did you feel when you reached the summit of Mt. Everest? Haraldur Örn Ólafsson: It’s amazing. You’re looking down on 8,000 m peaks. The highest peaks in the world and you’re looking down on them. It’s like being in space. With this mask, sucking on oxygen, you feel like an astronaut. But you’re also worried, because it’s not over. The most dangerous part of climb- ing Everest is going down. That’s when people make mistakes. A lot of people don’t make it back down, so you have to keep your concentration even though you’re exhausted. EW: How many climbers were with you when you reached the summit? HÓ: Today, Everest is a very popular mountain and the season is very short so you have a lot of people attempting the summit on the same day. The day I sum- mitted, 54 people reached the summit from both the north and the south sides. This includes all the Westerners and 038-042 ATL402 Har.Örn 24.6.2002 16:20 Page 39
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