I couldn’t believe it when my alarm went off because I had actually slept the whole 4 1/2 hours. I got in the SUV that picked me up, was offered some Pringles by Wayan. After an hour and a half drive, we started hiking. In the pitch black dark. And continued for three long hours, straight up the side of the volcano. A muddy path through a forrest dripping with water and the sounds of nighttime animals gave way to rocky ground just past the tree line, and then finally we scrambled up boulders with firewood on our backs that was collected along the way. Thank goodness for the fire. Still pitch black and freezing cold, on the exposed summit of Mt. Agung, we waited for the dawn. And then, slowly but surely, the sky exploded.