Nepali entrepreneurs
We follow behind a grey-haired porter who plods
methodically up the trail, carrying a stack of five wodden
crates full of Coca-Cola on his back. Each crate holds
twenty-four full bottles. Dominating his tiny fragile-looking
ankles and knobbly knees, his calf muscles swell like
inflated balloons, pulsating veins criss-crossing the bulging
claves with each step ascended. Shoeless, not much more than
five foot tall, almost bent double with the weight of his
burden, he leans on a thick bamboo pole with each step. He
is one of the legions of porters who have carried salt, rice,
and other basic trading goods up and down these valleys for
centuries, crossing borders, oblivious to the boundaries
relatively recently defined by Western powers. I follow him
for hours, which gives me plenty of time to wonder about
the absurdity of this man struggling to carry liquid up these
monsoon-soaked mountains to cater to the tastes of Westerners
seduced by the far-reaching marketing stratagems of
Coca-Cola.
From
Annapurna Circuit - Himalayan Journey
by Andrew Stevenson.