In October 1995 Kropp set out from Sweden with a bicycle, trailer and more than 200 pounds of equipment. Over the next four months he cycled some 7,000 miles across Eastern Europe, Turkey, Iran, Pakistan, India and Nepal. By the time he arrived in Kathmandu, Kropp had been shot at, pelted with rocks and offered the madam's daughter - free of charge - in a Hungarian brothel.
After carrying his own equipment up to Everest Base Camp, Kropp found himself surrounded by other climbers, all waiting for a break in the weather so they could attempt the summit. Many books have been written about that disastrous season on Everest, notably Jon Krakauer's Into Thin Air and Anatoli Boukreev's The Climb.
Kropp adds little of substance to the story, engaging mainly in camp gossip about who was sleeping with whom and 'outing' climbers who lied about reaching summits. Even Kropp's account of his own climb is somewhat suspenseless -- though some readers will be relieved that he doesn't go into too much detail about his physical breakdown. More tiresome is Kropp's clear disdain for climbers who use supplemental oxygen ('Mount Everest is not 29,028 feet tall if the mountain is scaled by a climber wearing an oxygen mask').
Climbers who see Everest and other high peaks reduced to trophies kept in a china cabinet' are also despised--though his 'Ultimate Mountain List' (he's already climbed 16 of the 22) seems a bit like a trophy room itself.
After he finally reached the summit -- on his third attempt in less than a month -- Kropp spent a few weeks recuperating in Kathmandu and then hopped on his bike for the long and rugged ride home.
