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Sometime in the 90's, the Australian pen pal of Rhory, daughter of my good friend in southern Philippines, came to the Philippines. Rhory and her friend came to Manila and requested me to be sort of a tourist guide for them. I took along my son and we went to Corregidor, etc.

The Nayong Pilipino near the airport is a tourist spot where practically all the regions of the Philippines are represented. The Bicol Region has the miniature of the Mayon Volcano and they burn grasses, etc. at the crater to emit fire and smoke. It was after midday when we were there and the volcano was not emitting anything. It was cloudy and we were walking and as we came close to the miniature, I didn't understand why I was so eager to go up. I climbed the miniature, I don't know the height but it's high, and I was followed by Rhory and her friend. When we reached the top, I went down into the crater, about waist deep, and again the two followed me. I began shouting "I won I won" and the three of us were shouting on top of our lungs, raising our right hands with clenched fists, laughing out loud, and so happy to be as if on top of the world.

Not long after, the security from afar was blowing his whistle loudly and continuously running towards us. My son shouted at us and we scampered going out of the crater running down and away where the security could not find us.

There were signs of prohibitions around the miniature. It was even prohibited to go near. I did not notice all such things. I just wanted to go up high into the top and then spontaneously into the crater.

Afterwards, perhaps when I came back to myself LOL, I felt nervous and up to now I shudder when I think of such thing I did. Suppose the chicken wire, just chicken wire, where they place the grasses to be burned failed. We could have fallen into the bottom, if deep, and I don't know what to think of. I just realize that I got really crazy to be doing such things. I couldn't forget that.

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