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What's on Your Bucket List? by Nasuna Stuart-Ulin

Here is my 3rd vlog for My Destination's Biggest Baddest Bucket List competition!

Winners week in London is drawing closer, and it's got me thinking about my dream trip and where I would go if I win the 6 month trip around the world and $50,000.

So... what's on your bucket list?

If you haven't yet done so, please go to my page to view my original entry video (a 3 min tour of Montreal!) and help me out by clicking "support and follow this finalist" - the green tab to the right:

http://www.mydestination.com/users/nasuna/bbb#tab

Thanks for your support and I'd love to hear your favourite must-sees around the world!

Near-Death! Phone-Sex! (in that order) by Nasuna Stuart-Ulin

Rest at Red Hill Alex takes a rest at 10,035 feet outside Red Hill Cabin, the first stop on our hike up Mauna Loa, the largest active volcano in the world. The attentive viewer will notice the etchings in the cabin door, which read "Mars Hotel" and "When the going gets tough, the going get warm".

Once you're above the cloud-line, the sun can do a number on you, but come nightfall, temperatures can get dangerously low (it snows regularly in the winter). The night before our final decent, we stayed at Red Hill once more. All was quiet. The moon pierced my eyes so I couldn't sleep. It must have been two in the morning when we heard heavy footsteps and the creak of the door... who on mars could it be? It was desolate out there; we hadn't seen another soul for two days and 23 miles.

Alex later said he'd feared it was an axe murderer, but it turned out to be a hypothermic German hiker who had gotten lost near the summit and had walked 11 miles over 14 hours overnight. He'd lost his jacket and his light - using only the moonlight to guide him... and it was his first hike! Just to be clear, the terrain is a never-ending expanse of black, jagged rock, and the trail is marked by other black rocks. His friends had gone ahead of him to the summit cabin (only 2 miles away) and as it got dark he got disoriented and headed down the slope instead, fearing that if he didn't keep moving, he would die.

The next morning we tried frantically to contact his friends, though no-one had reception but me at the top of the hill (pictured) and I couldn't connect to the Swiss phone number. Then I remembered: I have a calling-card! But it wasn't on me.

Completely flustered, I remember it in a flash and with my battery light blinking I dial 1-800...

It rings, a sultry voice says: Hey baby, my sexy girlfriends and I are anxiously waiting to talk LIVE to you...

Ahh!! Did I just call a sex chat-line?! I did! On top of a volcano, with a dying phone and at this crucial moment!

I dial again.

Hey baby, my sexy girlfriends and--

Ahh!! Ok, Nasuna, you can do this. Eventually I remembered the right number and in the end we escorted him down. He was reunited with his friends (scoundrels) and the search party was called off.

... but not before I got a text message which read: Hey Stud - Our busty babes are waiting for your call.

 

You can view a wider shot from outside the cabin in a previous post  here: http://nasuna.wordpress.com/2012/06/13/red-ant-hill-2/

Red (ant) Hill by Nasuna Stuart-Ulin

Red (ant) Hill

This is another stitched panorama from my hike up Mauna Loa, overlooking Red Hill cabin. It's the first stop after a steady climb to 10,035 feet. It had been a long day, but Pele (the ancient Hawaiian volcano goddess) rewarded us with stunning views of Mauna Kea and a cozy cabin nestled in iron-saturated rock. To the right you can see what looks like the ocean, but what is actually the cloud-line. When the wind dropped, I'd never heard silence so loud.

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The Very Very First by Nasuna Stuart-Ulin

Welcome to the very first post on the Nasuna Photography blog! Nice to see you here... Let's get right to it: Here's a pano from January, when I hiked Mauna Loa on Hawaii's Big Island, the largest active volcano in the world. It's actually a stitch of nine vertical shots in an attempt to capture the vastness of its sweeping crater after a squall. At 13,000 ft, cold and lightheaded from the altitude, I thought "this is one way to start 2012"... not exactly the classic picture of a Hawaiian vacation - but I wouldn't have had it any other way.Image