Even as we viewed her from the ruins of Cagsawa, a town she buried in the early 19th century, nothing reminded us more of Mt. Mayon’s destructive wrath than the story shared by a 12-year-old boy who lost his grandmother and two aunts during the volcano’s 48th eruption in 2006.
While she stands – ageless, tall, and unmoving, we are made aware that her serenity is sometimes broken by terrible and violent fits of temper.
The boy, selling bitter chocolate rounds made from local cacao beans, would have been four in 2006 and too young to remember the lahar from Mt. Mayon that killed many and devastated communities along its path.