South of the bay of Naples we visited the Aolie Islands,
which are a fashionable watering place for rich Italians. Because the seas were smooth and the weather
settled we anchored one night off Stromboli, the most easterly of the Aolies
and an active volcano. Going ashore we
were a little disconcerted to find signs everywhere saying “if you hear the
warning siren leave the coast immediately and go to the assembly areas.” Apparently there is a risk of an underwater
volcanic eruption which could generate a massive tidal wave or Tsunami.
Next morning we motored slowly around the coast of Stromboli
watching the lava flows, before going on to Vulcano, another of the
Aolies. If you ever get the chance to
visit this island, don’t bother unless you have a strong stomach. All over the island are volcanically heated
pools in which bloated middle aged Italians cover themselves in green and evil
smelling mud. The whole place stinks of
rotten eggs and it’s hard to find a restaurant far enough away from the stench
to be able to eat without gagging.
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