Curse the volcano!
Saturday morning was a very early affair.. we all set out about 8.30 to do some hike into a volcano crater, and the whole affair would take about 12 hours. We were in van number 2, driven by the hostel 'stud' Alexi. When we were about half way up to the start of the hike...the van conked out. Crisis management by militant Paul meant that we were going to cut the million mile hike into merely a half a million mile job. Kate and I weren't complaining, I think we half heartedly signed up for it knowing that we would hate it and moan all day and show everyone how fit the Wendy's diet has made us. The walk down was pretty cool, it was all downhill and we got to see some fab views. However, the walk up was another story. It was at least 2 hours in the baking heat with no shade practically vertical up this stupid slope (ok I was the main moaner). Tom got fed up with our snail pace so set off on a mission to the top, even passing the USF girls soccer team. Good lad. Kate and myself? We came in nearly last, just in front of crazy Nan and 'the turtle toucher' (who are both probs over 50). Well done girls!
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