The rumblings, the tumblings as rocks rolled down the sides, the crack of rocks hitting each other. There weren't many people around, but usually people outside aren't quiet. There people spoke in hushed tones - with a quiet reverence. I've read about people feel like they are sitting next to an angry giant when near volcanoes. That feels like a understatement. There was so much power sitting there in a mountain. I totally understand now why people believed that gods resided inside volcanoes.
My advice for anyone traveling - pictures are wonderful, but make sure no matter where you go, you use all your senses because those are what really makes it real.
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