There was a huge hole in the ground and everything around it was either dead or dripping wet. The incredible heat that was emanating from the steam vent was almost invisible yet it would blast you in the face like a thousand fists. The magic behind volcanoes continues to intrigue me just as much as when I was a little boy. It really puts into place how insignificant, small and powerless we truly are against the whim of Mother Nature. We are not invincible.
It is most peoples' dream to travel around the world and explore in real life everything we have learned through textbooks. Why not take that dream to another level? Instead of just seeing the touristy culture, why not delve into the heart and soul of the countries around the world? Learn from the elders the cultural and traditional cuisines. Experience what other people call home. This is my goal. This is what the world needs in order to step back and appreciate what we already have.
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Volcano time...
Remember the elementary school project where you would build a clay volcano then put vinegar and baking soda to make an eruption? Hiking through Hawaii volcanoes national park brought me straight back to those times. Getting to see the lava flow of 1974 and the expansive lava tube kept me on my toes with excitement. At one time, all of those were over 10,000 degrees Fahrenheit and liquid red hot lava. Fascinating.
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