Thursday, January 7, 2010
On a whim we climbed what turned out to be the highest peak (and active volcano) in Nicaragua. It was seriously difficult, and once we reached the top, I was sure we would be blown off into oblivion or die from sulfur inhalation. Fortunately we lived to speak of it.. and speak I will! It was unbelievably hard. We did not have proper equipment and as a result my pants ripped from the crotch to the knee and my shoe separated from its sole. I am glad we did it (high fives to Adam, Sonia and Perry), but I think I have learned something very important about myself— sherpa is out as a potential career choice.