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mighty mount everest

Here are some interesting facts about Mount Everest, collected from various sources:
  • Before assuming the current name, Mt. Everest was called Peak XV.
  • As of 2007 end, around 3700 people had scaled the peak.
  • Mount Everest was named after George Everest, a Surveyor General of India.
  • Although its height was actually measured and verified in 1856, it was not formally given a name until 1865.
  • In the 1830s, Nepalese authorities restricted the entrance of British surveyors, probably in order to avoid possible political interferences. The surveyors were thus forced to study the peak from outside the Terai belt.
  • Its Nepali name Sagarmatha actually means Head of the Sky, while its Tibetan name Chomolungma means Goddess Mother of the Universe.
  • The deepest spot in the ocean is more than 2,000 m deeper than the height of Mt. Everest.
  • Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay were the first people to reach the summit. It was 11:30 AM local time on 1953 May 29.
  • The youngest person to climb Mount Everest is a 15-year-old Sherpa girl, according to government records of Nepal; while the oldest climber to reach the summit is 76-year-old Min Bahadur Sherchan.
  • A kind of spider, Euophrys omnisuperstes, has been found surviving at the highest altitude of 6,700 meters; while some species of birds have been seen flying at an altitude of 7,920 meters.

And here are some nifty panoramas.

Comments

Saurav Shrestha said…
These are some truly breathtaking picture.

I find more about my country every passing day with the help of the world wide web.

Spectacular.

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