Too close

It could have been me.  Wind back the clock one week and it could have been me.

This short post is dedicated to the four German climbers and their Filipino guide who were killed climbing Mt Mayon on Tuesday 7 May.

As my plane took off back to Manila, flying past the perfect cone that had erupted just two hours earlier, I was thrilled to see nature in action - at that stage, totally unaware of the fate of those total strangers.

There are always risks in life and nothing special comes without some level of risk. When nature decides to unleash its fury, you can never, ever be prepared.

It could have been me.

May those unknown kindred souls rest on nature's mountain in the sky.

 The day before Tueday's eruption - at the Cagsawa Ruins where Mayon's 1814 eruption had caused devastation.

The day before Tueday's eruption - at the Cagsawa Ruins where Mayon's 1814 eruption had caused devastation.

 From the plane as I safely flew past, unaware of the loss of life.

From the plane as I safely flew past, unaware of the loss of life.

 From the slopes of Mt Mayon - a symbol of how fragile life can be.

From the slopes of Mt Mayon - a symbol of how fragile life can be.