Once as kids we had gone on a drive to the inside of this defunct volcano- but I'm not sure that we even got out of the car!
This time my parents and I took the city bus to the base- and walked right in, and then up the hike to the look out.
At the top there is what actually was a war time bunker/look out. And the view. Oh, the view.
It was so freakin hot. And when we got to the top there wasn't wind, a breeze. Just still, and hot.
As we passed some Aussie girls on that last flight of stairs- on their way down I overheard the best conversation I heard all week:
Q: "is THAT a breeze?"
A: " no, I think that's just us walking against the air..."
Exactly.
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