Not wanting to miss the sunrise which was imminent, we headed on, although I wasn’t sure whether a growling volcano was something you want to turn your back on. The east side of the mountain was almost completely shrouded with clouds, apart from to top – we saw a view usually seen from aeroplanes, the sun rising up through a sea of white clouds. As we stood there watching it rise in the sky the clouds began to shift and we could see the valley floor below us, laced with meandering river beds. Still nothing man made was visible.

I felt like I was looking down from the moon.