by petrie » Fri 05 Jul, 2013 3:08 am
This account has just been posted on the Australian Swiss Search Dog Association fb page by one of the searchers. I hope the family have been helped by EXPERIENCED Aussie outdoors people.... but it doesn't sound like it. ~
"The daily problems faced by Prabh’s Family
At one level, I think most people will find it fairly easy to feel for the dreadful plight Prabh’s sister and parents will continue to suffer until he is found. But I believe that many will have no idea what it means for the family to deal with his disappearance on a daily basis. Until we became involved, we had no idea either.
Before I go on, I do hope that I will not cause the family any embarrassment. That is certainly not my intention but rather to give people a deeper insight that normally is not possible.
Consider the following – The family and close friends live in a simple motel in the village of Jindabyne which services the snowboarders and skiers in winter and the bushwalkers and fishermen in the summer months. The motel rooms are basic containing one queen size bed and usually two bunk beds, a separate toilet, a strangely designed shower, a simple clothes cupboard and the usual chest of drawers with a TV and small fridge.
I was utterly astonished when I realised that the family is not able to stay in the same room continuously because rooms have been booked months in advance. Therefore, they have to pack up all their belongings and shift to another room…and another…and another… Imagine the disruption and stress this causes these people who are already stressed and grieving. They live with impermanence, uncertainty, never able to fully settle in.
In addition, they constantly have strangers arriving who want to help but who inevitably intrude on the little bit of space they have. Privacy is an illusion. These would-be helpers need to be accommodated, fed and often enough even kitted out with the appropriate gear before they can be sent out into the wilderness. And the family has to decide whether these helpers are actually capable of helping or whether they might in fact need help themselves because they may not be skilled and experienced enough to assist in the search for Prabh. Because the family is now driving the search for him, they are in a way responsible for the searchers and this must surely add to their pressure.
But it gets even more difficult. Every time we all went out on a search and stayed out overnight, all our clothes and gear that we did not take with us had to be gathered up and either deposited in one of the family’s two rooms or, in our case, in our car. The last time we went searching, we all stayed out for four nights. Given all the problems attached to the departure for that search attempt, none of us thought of clearing out our rooms. From memory, that meant that at least three rooms were left full of gear.
Naturally at some point during those days, the rooms had been booked out and people wanted to move in. So the family had to go into each room and carefully gather up all the belongings in such a way that they did not mix it up – gear belonging to 16 people!
When we arrived back from our search stint and waiting out a storm for three days and two nights, we all looked forward to our rooms, a shower and change and relaxation. But…our rooms were occupied. Where was our gear and where would we all sleep? We were stunned. The family tried to stay calm and keep us all calm whilst leading us to a room in the main part of the motel.
Well!!! Our eyes nearly popped out. This was a long room lined on both sides with bunk beds with just a narrow aisle between. There was one tiny, inadequate bathroom at one end and, because I tend to explore, I found a ladies and gents toilets with a shower in each at the other end and down a passage way. This accommodation was about as basic as it gets.
Our gear arrived in black plastic bags and we all fished around until we were reunited with our belongings. As there were no cupboards and no space, in a very short space of time the place looked like a jumble sale and we had to carefully negotiate a way over and around backpacks, boots, bags and wet clothes. Peter and I were lucky in that there was one small room leading off the main room with one bunk bed. This was a concession to me as the only female on the search party and we could keep Jochen with us, which we had been able to do in the other room as well.
I looked at this unholy mess, didn’t know where to start, and said that I had lost the will to live. However….I did manage to keep myself together and look at the family that was valiantly trying to keep us all happy. They looked stressed, embarrassed and pained. They did not want it to be like this but they had no choice whatsoever. In fact, we were lucky to even have this space as the rest of the motel was completely booked out and management was doing everyone a favour.
Once we had adjusted to these changed accommodation conditions, we all just got on with it and made the best of it. And really, in the end it was ok. Certainly it was an improvement to sleeping in tents on thin mats in the snow in freezing conditions.
This is only one example of the daily problems the family faces in keeping up their faith that Prabh will be found. They have to deal with managing the ongoing search activities, coming to grips with the enormous logistics of such an undertaking, having to be polite to strangers, having to place their trust in people they don’t know at all, and this day after day…We all eventually go home because we must. We have work, our own families and business to attend to. But Prabh’s family cannot go home. Apart from the overarching fact that Prabh is still missing, daily life is not easy and yet they keep going, patient, polite, smiling, and thankful for any help that is offered.
Our hearts go out to the family."