This is definitely not a job for an acrophobic or someone with apiphobia (fear of bees). I love heights, it has no effect on me. I was the lovely daughter after 2 rascals, so I grew up with 2 older brothers. I climbed trees and swung off branches like “mini Tarzan” in my shorts and over-sized T-shirts (hand-me-downs from the rascals). Every evening between 5 - 7, Mieeee.. (that's what we called our mummy) would “kick” us out of the house (I presumed she really had enough of us), we would then be dangling from tress and monkey bars with the other kids, like bats around the neighbourhood.
That is Sassy JAM aged around seven years-old hanging around.
These young fearless men are the honey pickers in
Nepal. They scale hundreds of metres up the mountains hunting for beehives.
Beehives equate to honeycombs and these monstrosities jut out
from the cliffs like bright yellow flying parachutes.
Forget about the safety of harnesses and the latest in rock climbing gears (helmets, carabiners, quickdraws), it is simply all the way up using ropes and bamboo poles. BE BRAVE.
With feet balancing precariously on bamboo rope
ladders and both hands slicing the honeycombs and transferring them to
dangling baskets, tis’ not the same as dangling like a bat from a sturdy tree.
The pickings are thick, pure, sticky, wild honey
just dripping away – but the bees are thick and plentiful too. The air is smokey from the smouldering grasses to keep the bees "dizzy" and not sting the hunters.
With a few thousand bees swarming around, I am sure there were many bees who were not dizzy, but ready to give these gusty boys some painful stings for stealing their hives.
Wow.
ReplyDeleteI am not afraid of heights (instead I am claustrophobic). However MS means that my mobility and balance are not good so I will leave that job up to those brave (desperate?) men.
In addition the last time I got a bee sting I blew up in a spectacular way. Definitely leave the job to others.
Enjoy your honey.
Woo... be careful and don't get get stung again.
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