Imagine you and some of your best buddies
are traveling by plane to what you think will be a weekend to remember. Suddenly you experience some bad turbulence,
but it’s nothing you haven’t felt before. Then it gets worse. The plane drops through the sky, luggage falls
from above. You grab hold of the seat arm; your knuckles
whiten as you do so. The next thing you know you are freezing cold,
still fastened to your chair, in a part of the plane that broke off. You crash into the earth, but miraculously,
you’re still alive. You don’t know it yet, but you have landed
in one of the most unforgiving environments known to man. There is nothing but mountains around you,
no vegetation, no animals, nothing. You are at least alive, but soon you’ll
be hungry. It won’t be long now until your friend tells
you, “I’m going to eat the pilot.” As unbelievable as this sounds, it’s exactly
what happened. This is the survivor’s story that eclipses
all others. It’s a tale of heroism and sadness, a brutal
story, and one that we just can’t imagine being part of. Let us start from the beginning. It’s October 12, 1972, a Thursday. Friends who play on the same rugby team from
Montevideo, Uruguay, are on their way to a match in Chile. There are 45 of them on board the plane. Not only the young, strong and fit players,
but some of the team’s family members as well as some supporters and five crew members. It’s expensive to fly commercially to Chile,
so they opted for the cheapest option which in this case was chartering an air force plane. What they don’t know is that this American-made
Fairchild FH-227D has the nickname the “lead-sled,” owing to its high weight and relatively weak
engines. They’ll also soon find out why it has such
an atrocious safety record. All they know now is it’s the cheapest way
to fly over the Andes mountain range to play what will be a fun game of rugby in Santiago. That first part of the trip is cut short due
to a terrible storm over the Andes and they are forced to stop over in Mendoza, Argentina. There is a direct route to get to Santiago
from there, but the plane can’t fly the 25,000 to 26,000 feet (7,600 to 7,900 meters)
required to get over the mountains. Instead, they’ll take a route that looks
like a U-turn. This route will skip the highest peaks and
instead find a way around them. It’s now Friday 13th and they set off again. The atmosphere is fun. The rugby ball is being thrown around the
plane, it’s all laughter and games. One of the players, Nando Parrado gives his
window seat up for his friend so his buddy can get a better look at the mountains. Nando has no idea that this small gesture
will end up saving his life. Not long after, the turbulence starts. At first no one takes it seriously, but then
someone points out that the mountains seem to be very close to the plane, like right
outside. What they don’t know is the pilot and co-pilot
have made a terrible mistake. They told air traffic controllers that they
would reach the airport in a minute. They couldn’t see much due to the clouds,
and they were wrong about that minute, they were actually 11 minutes away. They were still in mountains and hadn’t
reached the safe spot where they could turn right towards the airport. They descended anyway, and were hit by more
turbulence as they were right in the middle of mountains where the winds are chaotic. The plane was thrown around, the clouds parted,
and the pilots saw a black ridge directly ahead of them. The plane attempted to pull up and accelerate,
and now the passengers knew they were in trouble. The aircraft hit the ridge, tearing off the
rear of the plane and sending the plane hurtling forward. They are still about 13,800 feet (4,200 meters)
above sea level when they likely collided with another mountain causing the wings to
come off and leaving just the front part of the fuselage. Those at the back of the plane have been thrown
out into the mountain range. Some are alive in the plane, but there is
no time to think. Suddenly what’s left of the plane hits a
snow-covered mountain. The fact that even this much of the plane
survived is incredible. But what’s even more incredible is what
happens next. The plane begins sliding down the mountain
like a sled but somehow doesn’t collide with any rocky outcrops or boulders, sliding
down and down the mountain until finally it comes to a stop at 11,710 feet (3,570 meters)
above sea level. Seats have been uprooted and bodies have been
bashed against the front of the pilot’s cabin. People are strewn everywhere but many of the
passengers have somehow survived. Some are screaming, their limbs twisted, parts
of the plane stuck into them. But they are surrounded by glaciers, so remote
they don’t even have a name. No one goes there and there’s little hope
of being found. It is freezing cold and it’s hard to breathe
because the air is so thin at this altitude. Of the survivors, those that are least injured
begin to help the less fortunate. Some have broken bones, some are almost dead
from internal injuries, Nando is in a coma and will remain in one for three days. Of the 45 passengers aboard the plane, 12
of them died immediately when the plane hit the mountain or fell out of the back of the
destroyed aircraft. Some bodies are found still strapped to their
chairs, covered in snow, and not far from the crash site. The first night is brutally cold, with temperatures
getting as low as -22 degrees fahrenheit (-30 degrees celsius). The survivors huddle into the fuselage and
try and block up the holes with suitcases. They all mistakenly think that a rescue operation
will find them and this will be their only night on the mountain. They could not be more wrong. What they don’t realize is that the planes
white coloring means that it cannot be seen from the air. Five more people die from their injuries on
that first night. Nando in his coma doesn’t know that his
mother is dead and his sister is dying. Both were only on the flight because Nando
was told he could use the empty seats for free. Inviting them would turn out to be the biggest
regret of his life. The next day the injured are attended to,
some still screaming because their legs and arms have been broken in many places. The pilot is dead. The co-pilot, who made that terrible mistake,
is found crushed under debris but alive. He tells the survivors that he has a handgun
and asks them to shoot him and put an end to his pain. They don’t kill him, but he dies soon after. But now they need food. At high altitudes in such cold temperatures,
the body burns calories extremely fast in an attempt to stay warm. All of the luggage is searched, and while
there is an endless stock of cigarettes and lots booze, there isn’t much food. In total, there are eight chocolate bars,
a tin of mussels, three jars of jam, a tin of almonds, some candy and a few bottles of
wine. The survivors immediately make a rationing
plan. It’s next to nothing for so many people
and they have no idea how long it needs to last them. They have water at the very least,, being
able to melt it and funnel it into empty wine bottles. Days pass, and more die. On the tenth day, Nando who is now conscious,
holds his sister as she dies in his arms. He would later say that he went to sleep and
“woke up in hell.” And yet it will get worse, because they then
heard on a transistor radio they had found in the wreckage that the search for them was
being called off. They knew they were alone, cold and starving. It was at this point of extreme desperation
that Nando told a friend, “I am going to eat the pilot.” In fact, a few of the survivors had been rolling
this same idea over in their minds. One of them later told the media, “Our common
goal was to survive — but what we lacked was food. We had long since run out of the meagre pickings
we’d found on the plane, and there was no vegetation or animal life to be found. After just a few days, we were feeling the
sensation of our own bodies consuming themselves just to remain alive.” They didn’t see it as cannibalism. If they were to survive and see their families
again, it was what they had to do. There was no choice, eat your buddies, or
die. There were 27 people still alive at this point
which is a lot of mouths to feed. They started with the pilots, stripping the
bodies of all the possible meat including the organs as their starving brains told them,
“eat more, eat everything, don’t waste a bit.” On day 17 disaster struck again. In the middle of the night they heard a noise,
what one of them later described as sounding like wild horses running at them. It was an avalanche. Snow burst through the hole in the plane and
the entire fuselage was packed tight. Those alive scrambled to dig for air and find
their friends. Eight more died, and the rest were in the
dark, buried in snow, with little air to breathe, for three days. In time the snow would melt and the fuselage
would again be sitting on top of the snow. The days passed and they survived by eating
more of the dead. They smoked cigarettes and went out on little
exploratory missions. But after just a few hundred meters they’d
be too tired. The snow was too deep and the air too thin
for their weakened state. They were also affected by snow blindness,
essentially a sunburning of the eye that comes from the sun reflecting off of the snow. To fight back against their surroundings,
they made makeshift snowshoes and sunglasses so they could stray farther. Even then, they were surrounded on all sides
by dangerous crevasses. One of the survivors would later say, “We
felt like insects trapped in the hugest forces of nature.” They were right, there’s almost no place
on Earth where it would be harder for humans to survive. On one sojourn, they found the other part
of the fuselage. Inside were batteries for the plane radio
as well as some chocolate, a little candy and comic books. They stayed there all night reading the comics
by the light of a fire they had built. For a while they had hope that they could
use the batteries, but it soon became apparent that hooking up a radio with lots of wires
was not something any of them possessed the knowhow to do. As Nando later said, “We were very depressed.” For him, the only option now was to walk right
out of the mountains. They were aware that Chile was west and remembered
that the pilot has said they weren’t far away from their destination. But they had no way of knowing that they were
still 37 miles (59km) from the nearest road. But that wouldn’t be an easy hike. It was 37 miles of glaciers and rough terrain,
and they were far from experienced outdoorsman. But Nando knew they had to walk over the mountain
range to Chile, it was their only option. They decided they would stock up on human
meat and only the strongest would go, Nando, and two others named Roberto Canessa and Antonio
Vizintin. On day 61 when the men set off, only 16 survivors
remained alive. Some were sick, and everyone was malnourished
and beaten by the elements. Before they left a man named Carlitos Páez
made them a sleeping bag with parts of the aircraft insulation sewn together with copper
wire. Had they not have had that they would have
surely frozen to death on their hike to freedom. It took them three days to climb the first
mountain. Nando expected to see green valleys from the
top of that mountain, but what he saw instead were more mountain ranges. Vizintin turned back and gave his food to
the others. Nando and Canessa both said, “We’ll die,
but we’ll die trying.” They didn’t die. They walked for days, almost passing out from
exhaustion, but on day eight of their walk they found a river, they saw green poking
through the melting snow, and most importantly, they saw a person on the other side of the
river, though they were unable to cross to the other side to meet him. They slept there that night and the next morning
the man came back. He had brought with him a piece of paper and
a pen. He tied them to a rock and threw it across
the river. Nando wrote on the paper: We are survivors
of the plane crash. We have no food. We cannot walk anymore. There are more of us in the mountain. Where are we?” and threw it back. The man went to find help, himself being many
hours by horseback from civilization. On day 10 Nando and Canessa were finally picked
up by the army. Their skinny bodies carried out on the back
of horses. Nando said at that point he was “ready to
embrace life again.” Soon helicopters would take Nando to find
his friends, with the pilots asking how they could have possibly walked over such terrain
without equipment. It was amazing, their journey was tracked
by professionals years later and even with the latest equipment they found it hard and
very, very dangerous. On day 71 the first of the team was picked
up and on day 72 the rest were taken. All were suffering from various ailments but
all of those who had still been alive eventually recovered, and in fact only one of them is
not alive today. Once the newspapers had stopped cheering for
the survivors many began to ask just how they had survived so long without food. It was impossible, literally impossible. Then a photograph taken by the rescuers came
to light of a human carcass whose bones had been stripped. The survivors admitted what they had done,
and many in the public turned on them, calling them cannibal savages. Nando later said that eating human flesh wasn’t
an easy decision, it was a last resort. He said, “We tried to eat strips of leather
torn from pieces of luggage, though we knew that the chemicals they’d been treated with
would do us more harm than good. We ripped open seat cushions hoping to find
straw, but found only inedible upholstery foam.” It was either feast on dead friends or die,
and one survivor that was reluctant to turn to cannibalism actually did die. But 16 of the survivors decided that they
would do whatever it would take to stay alive, and because of it, they made it down off the
mountain. With that in mind, would you have done the
same? Tell us in the comments. Also, be sure to check out our other video
Cannibal Island: The Real Battle Royale. Thanks for watching, and as always, don’t
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Author Since: Mar 11, 2019

  1. I remember reading the book about it and I was really impressed by their resilience… Do you choose life or morals if you were in their position?

  2. If I was alone, I'd struggle with eating dead bodies, but if I were with other people who would do the same, I would probably not care at all. Not saying I wouldn't eat it on my own. I probably still would, but it would be easier to make the decision if there were more people.

  3. Thinking about it, Human meat was probably the best way to survive even if there were other animals such as rabbits or goats. The extremely high fat content of human flesh would have given them alot of energy, more than traditional meat. Meaning that they has more energy to work with (but I can't imagine how demoralising it must have been to actually have to eat not only humans, but people you knew)

  4. The pilgrims the bodies of the ones who didn't make it. I could imagine that it was disgusting. But nobody can judge because we weren't the ones in that situation. So who knows what we would have done. maybe we would have ate a person or maybe we would have been one of the persons today because we chose not to turn to cannibalism. It was a way of survival. And I salute them 💪

  5. The Catholic Church issued a statement that exonerate them from eating human flesh and saying that the real sin is to let yourself die

  6. Imagine being stuck in the Andes Mountains, probably the most inhabitable place on Earth for humans, and surviving only to get shade thrown at you by some idiots

  7. The most inspiring thing here for me was the moment they heard that search parties would no longer search for them so they were like “If the world wont find us,then we will” really heart warming.

  8. not even a question for me, I would rather die than eat my dead friends to survive. there are somethings more important than just living…

  9. There was a strong feeling of survivor guilt after the rescue and top it off the rugby team are Catholics so there was a conflict there also. The Pope then personally gave the reassurance that the survivors decision to be cannibals were appropriate given the circumstances

  10. most people think that doing a certain action is horrible as they live in comfort as to actual survival ur thoughts will completely change if u want to live sometimes doing something u dont wanna do

  11. hardest decision require strongest will.. they had a will to survive..and they did.. i dont judge them.. am just wondering for those families, who cant see their dad, brother, bcz they were eaten by his companions.. how did THEY felt is the most important part here.. how do we feel makes no difference..

  12. The infographics show: "there is no place on earth harder to survive in like this place"

    Antarctica and death valley: am i a joke to you.

  13. They were already dead so it’s not really a big deal….. I’m sure the friends wouldn’t mind if they ate their dead body after they died.

  14. People are Hating on them because they are dead people to survive. However, the same people would willingly vote for war. The same people would willingly deny the homeless and the needy food. Weird world eh.

  15. So like what’s wrong with eating human flesh I mean like there not using it like I love pigs and cows and a lot of other animals but I still eat there meat I get it if it’s for religious but other then that like what’s wrong with it I mean I’m not about to go biting my friends but still I just don’t get it so if someone could please explain maybe I will change my mind I’m open to here it 🙂

  16. There is a great book written from their perspective called “Alive” I’m no reader but I recommend i. It was the only summer reading I’ve ever enjoyed

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