The wind had been fierce during the day so we hacked out a platform in a sheltered area near the summit and anchored the tent well. As the sun got lower in the west the wind died down and we were able to prepare dinner and enjoy a very peaceful night, with occasional whiffs of sulphur from nearby volcanic vents.

The next morning dawned clear and calm so we could enjoy a nice breakfast followed by a leisurely (and safe) climb down the route we had climbed up. Of course, once we were safely down, we advertised our exploits far and wide.

All in all, the climb was pleasant and without surprises. However, as was common on volcano climbs at the time, we did not wear helmets. In retrospect that seems like a bad idea.