Behind me is the famous chain of volcanoes that runs along the pacific rim of Nicaragua. The tallest one in the background is the oldest and most active volcano in all of central america, while the one I'm standing on is the youngest, and holds the title of "most recent erruption"! Reassuring, I know, as I stand and look down into its steaming crater... Freaky deaky if i do say so myself. Interestingly, thats how it got its name "Cerro Negro" - it is so young (only 150 years old) and it has errupted so recently (last one in 1992), that no vegitation grows, and the volcano is the only completely black hill on the horizon.

It's wierd to consider the fact that the world is still taking shape. I mean, 150 years ago, I would have been standing in the middle of a relatively flat field, full of vegitation. Totally bizarre.