St. Vincent and the Grenadines is not far from that. La Soufrière is the country volcano, a natural monstrous marvel that can be seen from almost every point of the island. It stands there, with all his imperial magnitude, the king and guardian of this portion of land that carries all the warm of the lava within their citizen kindness.
Every country have they own appealing characteristics with historical monuments, unique landscapes, and particular roadways. These touristic assets that are frequently use by travel agencies to show how attractive a destiny can be, and carry an interesting number of people to get astonished by different wonders.
Is especially releveant more than 14 thousand people evacuate from the fervent red thick blood of the volcano. But, no worries, by now it keeps calm and quiet, like a baby sleeping with a lullaby.
At 9:00 in the morning we left the school to start the crossing journey to reach the highest point of the mountain, willing to see the crater and tests how far we were from the typical imaginary taught at preschool of a triangular form with the lava coming out of it. It was supposed to be a nine hours walk and the best ally to confront this challenge was to enjoy each step, knowing that with every walk meter we were closer from the arrival goal.
Finally, we hiking within a delightful mix of scenarios: Dry hills, humid and dark rainforest and palm trees. Suddenly, we reach the half way point. I felt relieve, making me want more of coming. Fast getting there and, to be honest, I thought going to be tougher than that. I recharge myself with the energy of the trees and continue the path towards the peak.
However, the other half of the road gave some trouble, though. It didn’t seem that easy anymore, and the refreshing rainforest left behind. Now we didn’t have any shelter from the immense trees. The path was not green anymore, it turn yellow and dry. Actually, I felt walking through the path of Maximus in The Gladiator movie, when he’s going to meet his family and walks along a wheat field in the old Rome.
Almost like a marathon. The mind can only focus on the crossing line. That feeling is the fuel to continue and give one more step, and one more, and one more.
Also, after 36 thousand steps, 23 kilometers and 9 hours, we gone up in the hill and come back. The landscape completaly worth it. How far the preschool imaginary from the greatness of that rare beauty of La Soufrière? Not even the best camera could capture the splendid nature of the volcano and its crater. Like a friend of mine says, “the eyes have more pixels”. Finally if you are reading this and planning to come to St. Vincent, just make sure to get the best shot with your own eyes.