Someone (and let it be known, that someone was neither myself nor Nicholas) had the bright idea of seeing the sun rise over Geysers El Tatio this morning.

It meant getting up at 5:00am.

I was not the biggest fan of that idea.

We were heading to an altitude of 4200m, meaning that it was a balmy temperature of -14oC on arrival.

Nicholas was cold.  I was smart, thought ahead, and wore my toque and my tunic.

Well that doesn’t help Nicholas, so I did what every thoughtful bear does and let him hold me to stay warm.

It still didn’t help, so I tried to coax him into warming up in the hot steam of the bubbling geysers.

He was still cold after that.  I gave up.

It was maybe worth saying I visited the largest geysers in the southern hemisphere and one of the highest altitude ones in the world.  Maybe.