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Originally Posted by OneOfOne
In Central America I took a trip to the top of a volcano in Nicaragua (I think) and the soles of my shoes actually partially melted. I can still remember the smell of the sulphur, and the smoke...and putting a stick into lava and watching it burst into flames. Last time we went to Hawaii we drove around to Mauna Loa and watched the lava....incredibly hot! The next day I went to the top of Mauna Kea and watched the sunset.
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I've been to Yasur volcano on the island of Tanna, Vanuatu.
Staying in bamboo huts near by. It was real Gilligans Island stuff. LOL
No phone, no light, no motor car. We were right on the beach, black volcanic sand. All day all night you can hear the breakers on the beach alternating with the BOOM CHOOF of the volcano. The drive up, there were vents along the roadside, stained yellow with sulphur. After the final climb on foot, we were on the very edge of the caldera, looking down into the heart. Awesome.
I'd do it again in the blink of an eye.
LOLOL my son Jack was only 9mths old, blond hair and blue eyes. He was the darling of the local villagers. He'd be gone for hours, being taken from village to village. I got to talk with some of the local women, communicating with a mixture of broken English, massacred French and lots of waving of hands.
They rely on Custom Magic for healing and childbirth. Not sure if they were a full on Cargo Cult, , but they believe in John From and still await his return.