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Spending the night on the inactive Acatenango volcano, in Guatemala, and seeing the Fuego volcano erupt from there, is one of the most memorable experiences I`ve had as a traveler. We were a group of 15 people, as excited as a child is before a weekend in a water park. Our backpacks were full of warm clothes, food and water, for the following days of great effort. After an hour's journey by van, we arrived at first base on the route, where the guides were waiting for us. There began the journey to the camp, from where we could see the Fuego volcano erupt, if luck accompanied us. The day was a bit cloudy, and a fog covered the slopes of grass and low vegetation where we climbed. However, after a while, the sky cleared, and a busier vegetation, with wide trees and bright green leaves, welcomed us to that new part of the path, where we seemed to enter a jungle, which never stopped going up. We had left the clouds underneath, so there was nothing but a clear sky wherever you would stare at. The air was dry and cold, and the jungle left a forest vegetation, with thinner trees, and many lying trunks, home to many animals, such as squirrels and lizards, who spied on us from distance. The fatigue and discomfort of the backpack began to weigh, but luckily it was easy to get distracted, looking over the clouds, the neighboring volcanoes that welcomed us. That was when we heard it. A thud, and its echo. We looked at each other, wondering if city noise would get there. Of course not. It was when we made a curve on the road that we saw it for the first time: a mountain of lava and black dense smoke coming out, against a completely clear sky. With thick black stones in the lower and middle part, but brighter melted rocks coming out of the top, the different layers of the volcano were very different from each other. Strange feeling, like looking at something alive that recognizes you. I wanted to run towards him, and from him at the same time. Upon arriving at the camp, we had an incredibly direct view of the volcano. The camping was in a perfect location to watch the volcano in action throughout the night. Out of curiosity, we asked the guides what the closest people could get to it. They told us that if, we really wanted to and dared, it was possible to go to the Fuego volcano itself (almost to the top), witness the sunset, and return to the camp at night. A unique and irresistible opportunity, impossible to refuse. The road was even more difficult than before, since the terrain was of volcanic gravel, and it was easily detached by stepping on it. The vegetation was scarce, and many trees noticed certain burned parts. I felt like Frodo coming to Mordor. A few minutes before sunset, we reached the top. My tiredness transformed into amazement. Seeing the sun above the clouds, surrounded by mountains, lakes and volcanoes in all directions, was a moment that is hardly forgotten. The oranges, lilacs and reds that bathed everything in their path, made the sight truly colorful. At this moment, the volcano erupted many times, but this time explosively. The less sunlight there was, the more the red lava shone. It was beautiful and scary, to feel such an immense power coming out so close to us. Despite the freezing cold and the lack of air (at 3700 meters above sea level), it was impossible not to admire this nature' s marvelous gift. There I stood, in silence, feeling small.