Hot times in PNG’s Pompeii ….

Our aluminium skiff is sailing deeper into hot water below the soot-blackened, smoking slopes of Tavurvur. The volcano is belching massive plumes of ash and smoke and intermittently spewing chunks of molten rock skyward. Should one fly toward our tiny boat we might have to leap, for safety, into the superheated sea. Some choice!

In Rabaul, you live cheek by jowl with catastrophic, unpredictable elemental power. Residents are used to it. A favourite pastime is driving out to the old airport’s ash-buried runway for sundown drinks while enjoying Tavurvur’s fireworks.Contact me for complete article

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