Updated: Oct 2
Follow Redd Walitzki's Adventures as she meanders her way through Central and South America!
Through the thick veil of clouds, I can’t see the volcano I’m walking on. Only a faint path marked at odd intervals by splashes of white paint on black lava rock lets me know I’m still on a trail. Here and there, I see tell-tale marks of tyre tracks in the dark pumice— someone, somehow, has managed to take a motorcycle up here. I can barely walk this terrain of razor edged stone without stumbling, so how they have done this is beyond my comprehension.