It was six days and close to 1000 km (my German gene, who needs the exact figure down to two decimal points, is not well expressed here) of bumpy and partially destroyed roads, jungle-clad volcanoes and curious and friendly locals. Some pictures should say it all:
Mount Isarog is a dormant volcano:
This volcano is not dormant at all. My first view of Mount Mayon. Note the rice paddies in the foreground and the power lines almost touching the ground. These power lines are evidence of the destructive typhoon that struck the area in late November-early December 2006:
A local man looks out over the destruction in Legazpi City, where the Yawa River found itself a new way to sea as a result of lahars caused by the typhoon:
Life goes on, even if the local bus stop is a bit messed up:
Schoolkids in their uniforms running to catch the jeepney, the Filipino equivalent of a bus. In the foreground is rice, put out on the street to dry. Many rice farmers are harvesting at this time of year in Bicol and rice drying operations sometimes shrink the roads down to half a lane:
William, the driver, and Grace, my field assistant for the trip, measure discharge in a small stream on the north flank of Mt. Isarog. The two of them have become veritable discharge experts now:
River water sampling can be very bit as messy as you thought it was:
The view of Mount Mayon in the early morning hours from the PHIVOLCS Observatory:
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Ó, gvuð hvað þú ert heppin að fá að drullumalla í doktorsnáminu!
Ótrúlega flottar myndir!
Takk. Og já, það jafnast fátt á við að fá bæði borgað fyrir að drullumalla og að fá doktorsgráðu í uppvaski ;)
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