For some reason, after climbing several hours up a volcano, I expected the emergency shelter to be a little more cozy and welcoming. The place was literally falling in pieces, which Pato discovered for us the hard way after taking a peek at the upstairs. The roof was already gone and the floor was apparently on it's way out too. Jack, a few Argentines and I were chit-chatting below when Pato casually fell through the ceiling and interrupted our conversation. We ended up opting out of spending the night there.
