Walking up to the volcano in the cold misty morning and then on the way down when the mist was clearing and we couold see really lush farm land behond the rubble of the 2 volcanos that we were standing on, the contrast was huge and very strange to see.
Me on a horse, it wasnt my idea, David insisted, in his french accent, ooh get on thee orse! and av a foto! I promise I did the whole treck on my own 2 feet, Mum look I finally had a chance to wear my lovely new walking shoes and thought of me and you in that shop in the lakes, trying on a million pairs, well it worked as I had no blisters and had v happy feet!
This was our guide, a lovely man, spoke only in Spanish so yes, I didnt understand a thing! xxx
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