Putting aside my disappointment at the previous volcano encounter, when, as you may recall, we were cruelly deceived by Arthur the so-called guide, I set out with JB at my side, to conquer the mighty (yet dormant) Volcan San Pedro. (Not to be confused with the San Pedro in Belize. Obviously)
Rising up at a frankly massive 3050m (about 10,000 feet in English money) it is the highest I´ve been since Woodstock.
The ascent played merry hell with my knee, and I´m pretty certain I retched up a lung, but the views from the summit were stunning. See for yourselves.
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