Simply my own resources. Villarica in Central Chile. Lava flows remained as if they were still running down the mountain. The gluey fluid carved a black path through the surrounding forests like melting chocolate. The lake was a bright blue pane of glass flattening a mass of mountain range in an odd shape.
Tiny tracks wove through dense forest into the glass.
The horizon refused to end. Other wrinkled mountains stood by as though they were younger relations of this one. Would-be travellers often make the mistake of rejecting an opportunity that takes them outside their comfort zone. Colombian drug barons hold you captive. Street kids have you at knife point in Rio.