Not every day begins with a hike up a dormant volcano. With dry leaves rustling underfoot on a trail stitched together by twisted roots, I marched up the forested slopes of The Quill towards its caldera.
Cinnamon trees scented the air as we passed, songbirds and doves tweeted and cooed. Arriving at the crater, we peered into its jungle-filled basin, deep and primeval, where I wouldn’t have been surprised to stumble upon dinosaurs. Onwards, and a final push saw us emerge at the highest point on Sint Eustatius.
