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.