Lockdown Walks Down Memory Lane: Mount Pinatubo, Philippines

Not quite 82 summits but the 40th birthday of another dear friend of mine did lead to a mini adventure which I would like to share on today’s lockdown walk down memory lane. That one also fits a bit better into our allocated time window not necessarily leaving much room for a feat such as Liv’s, obviously the main reason why we’re not following her footsteps, …along with the fact that I do like my toes the way they are. There might be a somewhat feet related issue coming your way as well, but before you turn on your heel, I can assure you it’ll be more funny than painful. So, come along, let’s hop over to the Philippines real quick and check out Mount Pinatubo.

Having explored mountains and beaches down under, ventured through fairy-infested woods and strolled through some quirky cities, I thought why not shake things up with a volcano stroll? If you’ve been following along from the start, you might say, “We’ve already been to a volcanic site?!” And you’re absolutely right, our very first location, the Giant’s Causeway does go back to volcanic activity — brownie points for paying attention. Such rock-forming activity happened millions of years ago though, before Finn and Angus redecorated everything of course.

Today, we’re venturing up an active volcano, such daredevils. Truth be told though, the volcano itself might be the least of our worries since there’s another mythical creature awaiting us. But I’ll tell you about it on the way, no turning back then. Let’s get going if you’re up for a bit of excitement:

Welcome back guys! I’m glad you escaped the clumsy claws of Bacobaco, or shall I say flippers? Apparently, that’s what the hands and feet of sea turtles are called. Perfect segway to address the feet related issue I hinted at in the beginning (in case you recall).

The birthday girl, who can have the shirt off my back, or rubber band out of my hair, anything really having introduced me to my very first real-life sea turtle, among many other wonderful things.

It might be a bit anticlimactic given the volcanic facts so far, but is still somewhat related as one of my hiking companions suffered from a gear malfunction on our way back. In the heat of the moment, and potentially of the ground we walked upon, one of her hiking sandals decided to disintegrate.

Despite the gloomy atmosphere, it turned into a rather comical moment lightening the mood and boosting our Solotravelless egos as we MacGyvered our way through the situation. We talked about travelling on a shoe string before — when it comes to Betta and myself, we even sometimes hike on a hair tie.

I feel like we deserve some creativity points for that one, what do you say? Not really? Well, we were terribly proud and a had few good belly laughs when reminiscing about yet another adventure leaving bodies and pride mostly intact. 

Thinking about it, our reunions tend to involve some kind of hiccup, be it punctured tyres, border crossings on foot, or the time she forgot to mention I was supposed to study for my diving theory test scheduled for the day after my arrival. Gotta love that woman, so surely more stories coming your way.

Time to wrap up for the day though. Hope you enjoyed yet another anything but locked down walk?! See you again next time, the last virtual stroll abroad for now! 🌋🎒🙋‍♀️

When was I there? 16 July 2017

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