How to navigate a fuel crisis

Nepal is under siege from the earth, from winter, its politicians and India.

American Filmmaker and expat Hamilton Pevec  explores the unravelling Himalayan state as it undergoes its first winter post earthquake and nears 200 days into border blockade with India devastating food and fuel supplies in his new podcast ~ American Immigrant.

American Immigrant is written and produced by Hamilton Pevec.

Co-Produced by  Neesha Bremner ~ The Storyteller Project/ Storyteller Productions.

Music for this episode was Written by Brain Albert Planas and Alex Formosa




Blockades & unfolding madness around Nepal

The current situation in Nepal is lunacy.

This year Nepal has been shaken to the ground by a catastrophic earthquake and has a haphazard and inefficient relief effort due to years of unstable government and corruptible systems.

Nepal finally approved a flawed but actual constitution in the last month after eight long years of one up man ship which has unstablised the southern region escalating ethnically based protests over the last ten days.

Following skirmishes on the India Nepal border an unofficial border blockade is in place with no essential supplies crossing the land border from India.

Now Nepal can no longer refuel international flights leaving the country and the fragile nation is running out of fuel, food supplies and other essentials in a post natural disaster situation with winter just around the corner…diabolical.

China has now stepped in offering to come to the rescue “giving Nepal all the supplies it needs” according to one publication.

Geo -political posturing ironically punctuated with Southern China Airlines being the first to cancel all flights to the Himalayan nation until at least October 10.


Relief to the Epicenter – Diary of the Nepal Earthquake

Author Hamilton Pevec lives in Pokhara, Nepal with his Nepalese wife, Devika Gurung. Pokhara is about fifty miles and many hours’ driving time from the  earthquake epicenter, Gorkha.
Gorkha Earthquake remote epicenter area relief

April 29th 2015

We gathered at Blue Sky Paragliding company headquarters in Pokhara, Nepal, to load four jeeps with relief supplies and try to organize ourselves.

The word coming out of the target area was that they needed supplies, but not people.

We loaded rice, tarps, tents, blankets, medicine, water and about eight people to help unload and load.

We hooked up with Karma Flights because they had already been in the area for a few days and they had established a relay distribution station.  With them we could make sure our supplies got into the right hands.

The paragliding companies have all leapt in to help in this crisis.

We are an international group of locals: French, Canadian, American, British and Nepali all working together to see if we can get survival supplies into rural areas where villages are now rubble. We hit the road feeling optimistic and slightly apprehensive. We knew the roads were bad and now it was raining.

We had heard stories that support groups had been attacked by desperate villagers,raiding the trucks and becoming violent with the volunteers.

We loaded our very old Mahendra truck with 120 kg rice, 25L fuel, 10 tarps,10 blankets, 15 boxes of water, shovels and picks.

Not long into our journey we began to fishtail; something was wrong with our steering.  A quick road side fix and atop up of fluids put us back on the highway cautiously.

We reached Mugline and stopped to buy more blankets and realized we had missed our turn for Gorkha, by 7 Km. Back tracking, we stopped to buy more blankets.

We saw lots of relief trucks and media vehicles on the road. The traffic was thick and everyone drove too fast. As we crested a small hill to pass through a gate, the gears would not

Robyn, our driver, looks out the window and yells “Get out now!” I jump out to and see that the back right wheel was sticking out 1.5 feet, just barely on the truck. We put stones behind the other wheels, a few small cars passed us, the big buses and trucks could not.

A mechanic was on the scene within two minutes, and we had the truck jacked, wheel removed in 10 and by 15 minutes the new part was installed, the wheel back on.

During this time an angry German film crew criticized us on our poor choice of places to break down. Members of International Search and Rescue were also in the line up to get by.

Moving again, the sun was setting over Gorkha, we were surprised to see very little damage in the main township, almost none at all.

Asking for the road to Chanaute, to our dismay we missed our turn again, we had to go all the way back to where we broke down about 10 Km.

We got on the right road as it got dark,now finally heading into the back country. The road slowly yet surely turned into a 4×4 mud bath. We had to keep one person sitting in the back to make sure none of the supplies fell out.

It was a grueling 4 hours, but quite normal for traveling in Nepal.

We arrived at the supply relay station about 10:30pm, set up the tarps just in time for a torrential down pour.

The French being French, brought some fancy stinky cheese and fresh home made bread. We picnicked in the rain as we discussed the distribution strategy for the next day.

The earth shook, and Micole,the Nepali independent aid worker reassured me that is was just the landslides.

April 30th 2015, Up before dawn the rain continued to pour, we knew in these conditions that we could not get out with our truck.

The relay station was set up 100 meters from a massive landslide that blocked one of the remote access roads. The villagers started showing up around 6AM.

They walk down from the steep mountain-side villages that have been cut off by landslides and floods. I could see the slide areas all around us.

The issues with distribution became quite obvious immediately: people wanting more than their share, families sending different people to collect, people fighting over supplies and how they should be distributed.

None of the groups, like us, at this location were professional relief groups. But Karma Flights had been there for five days and slowly figured out a system. That didn’t stop the infighting.

It was like watching directors butting heads, “My way!  “No, my way!”

I suppose it is to be expected because it takes a director to even try something like this. The groups gathered at this location were a mix of paragliding companies, independent community action groups, and individuals.

The only doctors on site were four foreigners who happened to be in Nepal, two left that day.

Micole told me that she had to play doctor in the beginning recalling some gruesome stories of mis-education when dealing the injured villagers.

One wound was caked in toothpaste, another one packed full of powdered Paracetamol. She spent a lot of time just cleaning and dressing wounds.

By 10AM, 200 villagers were at the supply station, many having come a few times that morning.

One aid worker was very upset about efforts not being co-ordinated. “1000 people are just up the road with nothing, crying, and you are here giving to all these people who already came yesterday.”

Villagers were sneaking around the ropes just grabbing whatever they could, kids were pulling up stakes from the tents of the aid workers, I saw another villager role up the tarp we slept
on and pack it away very quickly.

It was clear they wanted the tarps more than anything else.

Everyone was sleeping in shelters, even if their homes still stood. They would not sleep alone, in some cases 5-7 families would all be sleeping in one shelter, for fear of being
alone. Which makes you wonder where are all the tarps going?

Because the destroyed villages are up on the mountain sides, they cannot be reached by the aid workers directly, adding to the already extreme challenge of trying to help everyone fairly.

One local guy, Sanjay, was helping with the relief and offered to take me to his village, just 30 minutes walking uphill.

“Everything is broken, all houses destroyed” he told me.

On the way we passed over a very damaged suspension bridge and crossed three landslides. Nine out of ten houses I saw on the way were collapsed. Gunchoktar Village was devastated.

Sanjay took me to his ruined house “ My sister in law was killed here, I ran away,
that why I am alive.”

He explained to me most of the village animals were killed as well. “They
will begin to stink and this very bad,” he continued, “we put all our dead family and villagers in one hole, we burn them later when we can get them down the hill.”

When I returned to the supply station, it had become more crowded,hundreds of people, some were there to watch.

By now, it had not rained for a couple of hours and it was getting pretty hot. We decided to leave.

We had one local guy, about 20 years old, come with us. He wanted to get back to his family in

In 100 yards we got stuck deep in the mud. It was going to be a crazy ride out!

Many vehicles, buses, trucks, relief workers, media, many people were coming into the area and this was making a bad road worse.

At a land slide area,there was a bus that would not pass because the road was too narrow and the
cliff side was weak.

With 20 vehicles waiting to pass, only one guy was digging, so we mobilized and got more people involved. I saw two military guys just watching us work and yelled at them in Nepali. They hustled and got to work.

At least one of them did.

When I asked why the other wasn’t working, he pointed to his gun.

We had eight people push this bus pass, it began to slide towards the cliff and just
barely made it by a few inches and a lot of good karma.

It was a long, muddy and dangerous but we made it. A few times it made me think, everyone is telling me to be safe, but trying to help at all is unsafe.

We stopped to rest in a small grove, I unloaded some of my gear to back up my shots
and recharge my phone, the whole ride out I was emailing the first pictures to
come out of the area.

I reloaded my gear, packed everything away nicely. We dropped the 20 year old guy off at his intersection and we continued on to Pokhara.

I was mentally preparing myself for a long night of editing and uploading to make my deadline.

Completely exhausted and drained of all power we reached Lakeside, I unloaded my gear and repacked to go home.

My camera bag was missing.

My heart sunk, I wanted to vomit and scream. “This can’t be happening.

All my batteries, my lenses, my SD cards, gone, and with them any chance to continue the coverage of this disaster.

I had my camera around my neck and a single battery, thank God.

Bad news is we cannot open a Nepali account here, the government as taken all the new bank accounts that were opened since the 25th to lend to their own efforts, but this feels like the ultimate corruption move. its pretty sad, actually and a sign of how this will go for the next few years.

It makes me feel like our efforts our now that much more important.

Anyone wanting to support Hamilton’s aid efforts with Blue Sky Paragliding or to donate to help replace his camera gear can Paypal .


Thunder from the Earth

This article was contributed to The Storyteller Project by American filmmaker & director Hamilton Pevec.

April 27, 2015

Pokhara Nepal           Shake! Rattle! Collapse!

On April 25th 2015, I was with Lakpa, one of the two men who paraglided off Everest and then co-starred in the documentary, “Hanuman Airlines”. We were sitting in the Himalayan Encounters garden in Pokhara talking about the next film we would make, about his descent of the Ganges River to the sea by kayak. Within a minute of sitting down the rumbling began, a thunder that seemed to come from the earth and all around, after ten seconds it still didn’t stop and my first thought was to turn my camera on. A hundred barking dogs, cows mooing, and the distant screams of girls carried over the rumbling of the earth, adding to the cacophony unfolding.  My second thought was, “It’s not stopping!”

Everyone started on their cell phones to call loved ones, but nobody was getting through as the whole country tried to call at once. The shaking continued. I felt lucky to be in this garden far enough away from tall buildings or anything else that might fall. 

This is safe place!” Lakpa declared.  A couple of old fat men where drinking under the veranda, they didn’t move at all, as if it wasn’t worth getting up. I kept my camera trained on Lakpa as the shaking continued, all of us amazed about how long it was lasting. “This is a big one” Lakpa exclaimed.  “First time” he kept repeating, “so long one” he clarified. 

After about a minute and a half the shaking slowly subsided.  The giddy relief chuckling began. I tried to call my wife Devika, I tried again and again. The signal would not connect our phones. A sinking feeling in my gut overtook me and I had to point my camera at something to distract myself from the potential tragedy.  

Out on the main road motorcycles dodged the people running from their homes and shops. The police stood in a circle, doing nothing but talking like everyone else, heads bent down over their phones looking for a signal or news. Within a few minutes the pictures started coming in from Kathmandu. At first it was shots of cracked roads and collapsed houses. Then it was the white tower, Durbar Square and piles of dead bodies, some half buried in rubble. 

Pokhara saw no damage compared to Kathmandu, and we all breathed relief… and then held our breath as the reality and scale of the devastation began to sink in. While the body count slowly rose, I continued to try to get through to my wife. I called her brother, Shyam, he told me that he still had not spoken to Devika. It had now been about 30 minutes since the earthquake stopped. 

We decided to have some food. A little shaken but giddy we ate Dhal bhat and speculated about the experience. Lakpa jumped up and ran outside. The aftershock hit. The screaming of dogs, cows and people rose again over the rumbling. It was over quickly. Everyone was out on the street. 

I called Devika again, but still no service, the stone in my stomach was getting larger. I watched and filmed as other people started getting through and speaking to their families. The information spread rapidly. Some damage at Lakpa’s house in Lukla, a landslide on his property, a house fell on his Enfield motorcycle, but all his family was OK. Then the news from Gorkha, the epicenter, entire villages leveled, roads closed by landslides and many hundreds of people killed and injured.  

The news was telling everyone to stay outside, to not use your phone unless you have to.  There was no emergency service in Pokhara. No announcements and it felt like there was no protocol for earthquakes.  For the most part it looked like a regular day not the result of a 7.9 earthquake.

I finally got through to Shyam who had spoken to Devika and she was alright. Knowing this, I was able to focus again. I thought about going to the areas where the damage was bad and documenting it. As the world turns its attention to the devastation, and the need for information rises, I am in the right place at the right time and I should not ignore this call. 

That night we felt a few more shakes and again early in the morning. The high tension felt by all was tangible, the excitement and fear was palpable.  We were all experiencing a heightened sense of awareness and it was kind of amazing. 

April 26th 2015. I was in the kitchen when the 6.8 earthquake hit around 11:30AM. Pema, Shyam’s wife, shouted something in Nepali and everyone got moving. The street quickly filled up with scared looking people. This one lasted about 30-40 seconds. 

I was filming when Lakpa came running up to us and said that the news issued another warning that in 45 minutes another big earthquake will hit. I didn’t know how they could know this kind of stuff but there was no point risking it, so we piled into the van, drove around collecting family and friends – and then couldn’t decide on the safest place to go. Tick Tock.  The parks and open spaces were already full of people, the shops were closing. Meanwhile there were still a few people and tourists walking around like the world wasn’t crumbling. We ended up back at Himalayan Encounters where they had now set up tents for people to sleep outside, young mothers holding babies, small children sleeping in the shade and the men huddled around the radio tuned to the news. The silent countdown unraveled in my head. 20 minutes past due, I started to relax, and suddenly the fatigue hit me hard. 

That night word was going around that you shouldn’t sleep inside. As I drove home every open space was filled with people sheltering under ragged tarps and sheets of plastic.  People huddled together for comfort and children finding this all very exciting. The worried expressions of the adults were sobering enough for me. 

From what I have heard there is one helicopter going back and forth from Pokhara hospital to Gorkha, moving the injured people, but the injured people don’t want to leave the hospital because they have no place to go and nothing to eat.  There are two community groups moving people to communal housing and feeding them.  Seven countries are mobilizing to send relief, the Indian government sent a plane to KTM to evacuate the Indians.

April 27th 2015

The latest news of the death toll is over 2,700 killed and 5000 injured. I’m sure that number will steadily rise as we reach the end of our 72-hour earthquake danger zone. In the paper this morning we see the world heritage site Pashupatinath, is overloaded with dead bodies. Pashupatinath is one of the holiest hindu burning ghats. A very important place to be cremated. But now, there is not enough space, wood or time to burn all the bodies. 

This is the fourth event in a long line of unfortunate events to hit Nepal in the last year. First it was the cyclone storm in the Annapurna that killed 250 people. Second was travel warning that China put out because the Nepali congress was throwing chairs at each other. Third was the Turkish Airlines flight that went off the runway and closed the airport for four days.   This earthquake marks the end of our tourist high season. Those who are not already in the country will probably not come and those who are still here and don’t want to help the relief effort will probably leave. 

So now we have time to do something. There is an expression in Nepali “Ke garne.” It means “What to do?”   I feel this acutely. How can I actually help? This country is not prepared for any kind of disaster. The truth is, neither am I.   Devika and I are now trying to figure out what the village people need, as most of the attention is going to Kathmandu and the village areas are being neglected. We will be collecting money from people who want to donate, with the plan to buy tents, blankets, and equipment to set up community kitchens for the newly homeless.  

Today I went to the hospital to visit the people that were evacuated from Gorkha. I am now putting together a small news clip. Next, I will prepare to go into the affected areas. I will take my camera equipment and try to document some of the stories. 

Evacuees from the earthquake epicentre in Gorkha, flown into Pokhara at the Gandaki hospital. They will be housed in community homes set up by local community groups. Image Copyright Hamilton Pevec & Fauxreell Films 2015.

Evacuees from the earthquake epicentre in Gorkha, flown into Pokhara at the Gandaki hospital April 27. They will be housed in community homes set up by local community groups.
Image Copyright Hamilton Pevec & Fauxreel Films 2015.

Hamilton Pevec is a former Carbondale resident currently residing in Nepal with his Nepalese wife Devika. If there are people who wish to donate to help provide tents, blankets and community kitchens to villagers give Hamilton’s mom a call, Illène Pevec, 274-1622.


Nepal and Northern India Earthquake

An earthquake  struck Nepal and Northern India at 6.10 pm local time on Sunday, September 18.  Indian English language News X service is reporting that the 6.8 quake hit the region causing significant damage, waves up local rivers and casualties. Associated Press footage from Nepal shows a number of dead at a Kathmandu hospital, the crumbled wall of the UK embassy and people out in the streets post quake. (Please note in the link provided there is footage that may disturb some people.)

The Kathmandu Post is reporting landslides and seven deaths from one landslide alone in the Rolpa district. (* please note this landslide occurred the day before the quake, my apologies for any misunderstanding) The Guardian is reporting 16 confirmed deaths and damage to buildings.

Infrastructure and building codes are variable in Nepal so the potential for more fatalities and damage to needed services is high. The steep mountainous terrain means there is a potential risk for more landslides.

If anyone has any additional information on what is happening within Nepal please let me know. You can email me at

To all my friends in Nepal, be safe!