It has been a while since I have written, but looking back on the last week, I figured it's most important to update about what was probably the most ridiculous experience we've had.. maybe ever.
I am referring to our climb on Villarica, an active volcano in Pucon, Chile. While there are no questions asked at the time of booking regarding your climbing skills or fitness level, as our newly made friend Dror (whose name we did not know until after we almost died together, don't you love travelling) said during the climb- they should punch you in the face 3 times, and then ask if you like it.. If you do, you are ready for Villarica.
In all honesty, part of the mistake was in our misunderstanding of what 5 hours straight up a mountain would entail. I suppose I should have known when the crampons and ice picks came out. Or perhaps part of it was having done it at 430 am (add in the creepiness factor of being the only group climbing at that time), the gale forced winds (of which were any stronger the guides would have made us turn back) or the provided one-size-too-big hiking boots (add in the increasingly massive blisters with every step).
Well, whatever it was, there definitely came points where I may have even wished to be in class (though I quickly replaced this with dreams of biscuit dancing in my head).
Now while people tend to say that experiences like this were worth it after, I think I shan't forget to mention the most ridiculous part of all... The part where you clip on your ass pad (seriously) and slide down.
And maybe that, was worth it all.