Wassengrat. “What could we do”, asks Nando Parrado – the man I’ve just shared a chair lift up to the mountain top with, here at this future-proofing event in the Swiss Alps – “except eat our dear dead friends?”
In October 1972, the plane carrying Parrado and his rugby team crashed in the Andes. High in the ice, the 33 initial survivors had no food, warm clothing or means of summoning help. Over a fast-fading radio they heard that the search for them had been abandoned.
Faced with starvation, they had no option. They started with the body of the pilot – as Parrado put ...
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