In contrast to the surge of energy felt once the destination overlooking the clouds is reached, there is something quite vulnerable about standing on top of an active, living and breathing, volcano. Because however unlikely, the truth of the matter is this damn thing could blow at any given moment.
What image comes to mind when I say 'a fishing village in a developing country’? Can you imagine looking out into the calm, reflective waters of the ocean at dusk or dawn, and seeing the silhouette of a small-framed Asian man, dark skinned and shirtless, shielded from the rising or setting sun by only his triangular rice hat?