In 1943, a volcano suddenly rose from the ground near Uruapan, burying two villages in lava and ashes. Now, the only trace of the villages is a church tower.
Intrigued by this story, we climbed the hardened lava around the remainder of the church.
Walking down a path of black ashes.
The church tower surrounded by lava, with the volcano in the background.
Daniel. Church tower. Lava, lava and more lava.
On the way back from the volcano you have to pass the village of Angahuan. It's an indian village - we only heard people speaking Purepecha.
No matter how poor a village (Indians are still on the bottom of the social ladder) - you can always have a Coca Cola...