Beep, beep. Beep, beep. I raise my hand from beneath the sheets and into the freezing cold air of our room. In a quick flash the silence returns, but the damage is done. We are awake. It´s 4.30am in Quetzaltenango (Xela to the locals), deep in the Guatemalan highlands - hence the cold conditions. Today we climb a volcano! We fumble about as we dress in a semi-state of sleep, made even more difficult by the dim bulb no brighter than candle light. We pull on the layers - vest, long sleeve top, jumper, t-shirt, hoody, combats, woolly hat, the obligatory two pairs of socks and our trusty boots. We don´t have gloves but improvised by wearing socks on our hands instead. 5am standing on the dark street with only packs of wild dogs for company,
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