My childhood hatred of hiking is well documented. But, as you’ve probably noticed, I’ve gotten past that — and since we were visiting an island that is 75 percent volcano, we thought we should probably visit said volcano.

But there was no way in Hades that I was going to ride a bike down that thing.

Apparently, many tourists get on a bus at 2 a.m. to ride up to the top of the volcano in the pitch dark, watch the sun rise and then ride bikes all the way down the tiny, winding, scary-in-a-car road. I really can’t think of anything that sounds more horrendous.

Instead, we drove up in our rental car and hiked around a bit.

There are tons of trails up there, and we didn’t hike them all — that would have taken hours, and the air is pretty thin at 10,000 feet. We also ended up going the last day we were on the island, since we had to wait 18 hours from our last scuba dive, so our time was kinda limited.

I actually wish we had given ourselves more time. It’s really beautiful there, and I’m sure that seeing the stars and watching the sunset or sunrise up there would be unbelievably gorgeous.

But holding on for dear life to the brakes of a rented bicycle as you barrel down a winding road with no safety rail?

You couldn’t pay me enough, y’all.