As I'm sitting there thinking that I am thankful that that little explosion did not happen on my side, a rumble came, the wall cracked open some (you can see the red start to come out), LARGE rocks went flying into the woods and ash went with it.
Rocks slid down, lava came out, I started backing up with a quickness.
I was able to snap this one blurry pic as I was backing up and then all hell broke loose. The entire wall started to do this, red holes showing everywhere and large rocks began to fly as small rivers of lava started to pour out of the holes. The wall began to move.
I'm about 15 feet away from it all.
I turned to my guides as if to wait for a signal, but all I saw was their backs as they were making a full sprint into the woods and into the darkness. Fuck.
This was one of those moments where your brain only says one thing, and says it so loud that there is no other thought allowed to even be considered.
RUN FOREST RUN!!!!
And run I did, as fast as I could, all the way down the mountain, lungs burning, out of breath, but my legs would just not stop running until I saw my guides standing there waiting on me. I assumed that was a safe area and collapsed from exhaustion.
If you know me, you are thinking there is no way on earth that chunky kid ran for so long, but I assure you... I ran my dirty white ass off. My life truly depended on it.
As far as I knew, the volcano was erupting at that very moment and at any time pyroclastic flow or lava could rain down at any second and bury me in the Philippines.
Luckily Mt Mayon did not erupt. Thank God. This was just one minor activity on the side of her. I think had she erupted, given my location, without question I would have been killed.
As of today, (August 22) they are still waiting for her to erupt. 44,000+ people have been evacuated, mostly farmers, living in shelters.
I have done a lot of things that have raised my adrenalin level. Jumped from planes, ran with the bulls, diving with sharks, base jumped, cliff diving and even have barebacked whores on every continent... shit, I even partied with Kman and his trannies!
I have been robbed at gun point, robbed at HIV+ blood filled needle point, and have had 35+ Colombian military police kick in my door at 7am, drag me down, guns to my head and drag me to jail for 3 days because they thought I was shooting CP. (Of course I was not and I was set free)
NOTHING and I mean NONE OF THAT even comes close to the fear I felt while I was sprinting down Mt Mayon that day.
Mt Mayon from the safe zone.
