Thrill-seeking made me feel alive until the day I hurtled down a volcano on a mountain bike | Gary Nunn
Briefly

After an exhilarating four-day Inca Trail hike, invigorated by nature, the author received a tweet suggesting a mountain biking adventure in Arequipa. Ignoring potential warning signs, he swapped travel plans to embark on this thrilling experience despite the challenges posed by unresponsive tour companies. His history of seeking adrenaline-fueled activities illustrates a deeper struggle against life's monotony. The journey up the Pichu Pichu volcano presented not only a chance for thrill but also unforeseen obstacles that hinted at misfortune ahead.
The disastrous events that followed began once I turned my phone back on. Responding to a Twitter solicitation for Peru recommendations, a man I'd never met posted: Go mountain biking down a volcano in Arequipa!
I had always found the pedestrian, repetitive monotony of daily life stultifying without a semi-regular thrill to remind me of my own mortality. Descending a volcano by mountain bike felt too seductive.
I struggled to find a tour company that would take me as a solo rider. Three suppliers cancelled at the last minute the night before.
It was almost as if the universe was telling me something bad would happen. Still, I ignored such signs and finally found a guide.
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