Tuesday, March 6, 2007
El Volcan Pacaya
On Sunday, 2/18, Corey and I went to go see an active volcano about two hours from Antigua called El Volcan Pacaya. We were able to get within 30-50 yards of flowing lava--definitely not something that would be allowed in the U.S.
There's not much point in describing the scene with words, so I've just posted a bunch of pictures and a video. Above are some pictures from the way up. The ones below should give you an idea of how hot it was:
Finally, check out this video. It's hard to hear what I'm saying (nothing of consequence), but it gives a good feel of what it was like to be there:
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4 comments:
AHHHHHHH! Look out for the LAVA!
that was cool and scary. hi adam! we miss you. you are not missing much here except ass cold weather. and the mpre.
you look great and we wish you were here. duke is totally shitting the bed in men's, but women's team is doing well.
xoxo,
kate and rosa
Love all the pictures - your travel blog is looking like US Weekly. Keep 'em coming, but don't skimp on the life-changing travel reflections you should have had when you were 22.
Fantastic volcano pics!
When I was doing this seven years ago in Nicaragua, during my first week my host family and I were woken up at 3am by what seemed to be an earthquake. We spent the rest of the night hanging out on the front porch, so that if the house collapsed in the middle of the night we wouldn't all be buried under the terra cotta roof tiles.
Turned out it was not an earthquake at all, but the local volcano erupting. The apparently dead volcano we had been climbing around the day before. Worse, against all odds, the news of the event traveled all the way to Kansas, and my normally angelic mother was muy pissada that it took me three days to call home so she could verify I was still alive.
Moral of the story: everything is a little less safe than the locals make it out to be. And call your mom frequently.
Sounds like a great trip so far. I think you should have whacked and eaten the rooster after the first night.
What about music? What do they listen to down there? Stop teaching the locals slang, and start introducing them to the Grateful Dead. ;)
Be safe...
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