Our Valentine's Day this year began far too early when we woke up at 4.30 am to go look at some geysers and mudpots. It was freezing cold. We don't think it's necessary to wake up at 4.30 to appreciate mudpots, as cool as they are.
Afterwards, however, we warmed up in a hotspring.
Later that day, out jeep broke down in the desert.
We passed the time as best we could . . .
Then we went to a volcano!
Happy Valentine's Day! We *heart* you.
A day that began wonderfully turned miserable as we sat in the train station for hours waiting for our 1.45 AM train. Why would any train leave at 1.45 am? Luckily Alisa scored a new jacket that day (Thanks, Camilla!). Valentine's Day ended with one of the worst nights of our lives as we huddled in our sleeping bags in our terribly uncomfortable, absolutely freezing $4 train seats.* All in all, the longest Valentine's day ever.
*The only night worse was the overnight bus ride 3 days earlier in which we made the huge mistake of offering to share our seat with first, a lady, her baby, and a grown man, and second, a little boy. We thought the little boy couldn't be half as bad as sharing 2 bus seats with 5 people, but the boy managed to fall asleep in a way that took up over one seat leaving us with less than one seat between us. I never knew two bodies could contort into so many painful positions. Alisa and I will never share bus seats again.
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