I slowly drew out my left foot from being sunk-in in the red mud when I smelt a rancid odor. It was a hydrogen sulfide-adulterated smoke that tried to escape from a long incarceration below the ground. Though dog-tired, it felt like a thorn was being pulled out of my throat. “Yes!”, I exclaimed, “I am close!”. I can already see the resting huts uphill, the summit of Taal Volcano Read more











