I’m deep inside a volcanic crater—and my lunch is stewing in the steaming soil. First, I smell the sulphur, then, I see the white billows, rising to the blue Sunday sky.Skirting a lake……
I’m deep inside a volcanic crater—and my lunch is stewing in the steaming soil. First, I smell the sulphur, then, I see the white billows, rising to the blue Sunday sky.Skirting a lake……
