Riding the Lava Fields of an Active Volcano
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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.
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